Tok had very little for us. We tried our hand at throwing sourdough pancakes into a bucket to win a breakfast but alas no wins! Who cares, I don't want sourdough pancakes anyway. The RV park had a Johnny Cash emulator, come Karaoke expert, who had made CDs and had them for sale in the shelter out back of the kitchen. He was good and we could hear him all over the park but as the evening wore on he kinda went serious gospel and left Johnny behind. In the morning, with cold that made my nasel hairs brittle, I took a bike ride and ran into a group of juvenile detention kids on a run under guard.
We saw another moose munching greenery during our morning run to Delta Junction. Nothing special, just another moose! There was an excellent Roadhouse Museum in Delta Junction with a fantastic young docent with a passion for history. The building was an original "roadhouse" used during the 1890s. We loved all the adaptions for cold, like the massive drying rack suspended over the huge wood stove. All the customers stripped down to their underwear before they had dinner. Fun!
We found the Riverside RV (also hotel and cabins) in Fairbanks quite easily thanks to the GPS. Bless this device for navigating so reliably in strange cities. It was a huge park with more than a hundred spaces. Ours was a few steps from the Chena River bank. I threw balls for Blarney along the gravel beach. Our first night was part of the Memorial Day weekend, hence very busy.
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