Bus tours made a pickup right from our RV park so we decided Fairbanks was big enough for a city tour. We left Blarney perched on his table bed at 8:30 for a long three and a half hours which ended up being four. The tour covered the main highlights of the city, including the University of Alaska Museum and the dioramas or the four seasons at the Visitor Centre. I think we all have a facination with the ultra cold. Our guide, Bob, explained how the hairs around the edge of the parka hood afford a little prewarming of air coming in.
A wild, very vocal, little boy of about 8 was wheeling around the campsite on his bike. Blarney took after him barking and he was delighted. He came over without his bike and said, "Can you let him off so he can chase me." Later when he met me when I was riding my bike he said, "You're too old to ride a bike!"
A few steps away from our campsite we found a eight inch diametre tree felled by a beaver. It had one fence board during its fall. Another tree, maybe fourteen inches in diameter, was chewed half way through. It threatened a couple of campsites. No sign of the beavers.
I had a very pleasant paddle upstream along the Chena. The river runs through the city on a zig zag course. The water moves slowly but took some extra effort in a few narrow places. I passed a few drifting fishermen and several rafters coming lazily downstream.
Joan's blackout curtains are worth their weight in gold! It is often sunny when we go to bed. I use a couple of clips to hang a towel over the door and rig a tea towel around one of the skylights. The other windows and skylight are blacked out with the curtains. The bathroom skylight is uncovered so entering that bright, little space at night comes as a shock.
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