It was our second time in Tok. This time we were searching for an interesting place to take a coffee break. We chose a place a long block from where we parked and as we approached two very large buses marked Holland America pulled up in front. People filed into the restaurant as we watched. Bob went in to investigate and reported, "Don't want to be getting a coffee there. There's at least a hundred people having a huge breakfast." We opted for coffee and snacks at the large Chevron Station. The had excellent curly fries!
The Waymark Motel and RV with Mini Mart is about the only business of significant size in Beaver Creek. It brings in busloads of tourists for wildlife tours and lectures. We chose to stay there because it broke up the journey along the worst piece of road we'd driven on to date. The next section proved to be even worse. Top speed about 40 kph, frequent braking for rolling humps and dips, intermittent gravel, a driving nightmare. One of the jacks on the back of the trailer fell down as we drove and snagged and bent. The Cottonwood park was like an oasis after a war zone.
Blarney had a mighty big scare. I'd thrown a ball behind a gravel pile near the back of the trailer park. He disappeared into some tall grass then I heard this viscious, snarling growl and saw a very large bristling dog/wolf leap out from a hidden kennel and strain against his short leash. Blarney abandoned the ball and headed straight for the trailer.
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