Alaska Road Trip: Day 14

Our second week in Alaska had a more relaxed pace. We had already seen most of the sites on our list, Lucy's baptism was over, and we had a buyer lined up to purchase our trailer. It was nice to have a slower day. 

Jake and Amy have an amazing yard. I might have mentioned that before, but it really is remarkable. There are so many different components to it. Kaleigh's favorite was the playground structure: 


Adam could not be kept away from the rope swing (even when he was supposed to be doing other things, like eating breakfast or getting into the car):

And they both LOVED the chickens!

If I were a chicken, I would definitely want to be one of Jake and Amy's chickens. They have a pretty sweet set-up and they are very well fed. 

Which helps them produce some impressive eggs (Malouf egg on left, store-bought, organic, $5/dozen egg on the right):

Amy was telling me that chicken are great pets, "Oh yeah. They are way better than other pets because when you get sick of them, you can just eat them!"

Hmmmm. Maybe I wouldn't want to be a Malouf chicken. 

We went to Moose's Tooth for a late lunch. Numerous people had recommended Moose's Tooth to us, and for good reason. Great atmosphere and great pizza.

Wild Mushroom Pizza with portabella and crimini mushrooms, sun dried tomatoes, goat cheese, mozzarella, and provolone: 

Spicy Thai Chicken Pizza with roasted chicken, red onions, bean sprouts, carros, cilantro, mozzarella, provolone, and peanut sauce: 

The pictures don't do those pizzas justice. They were humongous and fairly priced too. Which made for a happy husband: 

When we were in Homer, Steve told me there was absolutely 9no reason for me to be cold all of the time; I just needed to the right gear. So after lunch, we went to REI

I'm pretty sure I tried on every single jacket in the entire store. I sure wish more outdoor clothing was sized for tall people. After what felt like hours, Steve bought me thisthis, and a super long wind jacket. (It might actually be too long. Steve voted for a different jacket. But I've learned that it doesn't matter how technically good the jacket is. . . if it's too short, I won't actually end up wearing it.)

Oh yeah. We also had to purchase a second roof box to put on top of our Pilot for the trailer-less drive home. 

The girls went over to Matt and Erica's house for a sleepover and Amy went to work welding our trailer. After returning from our weekend trip to Homer, we realized that the weight of our bikes had bent the bumper down and actually broken it off on one side. "I can weld it for you," Amy kindly offered, almost nonchalantly. 

Amy is a talented artist, and she specializes in metal sculptures. (You can see some of her work at Thanksgiving Point.) Somewhere along the way, she became a welder. Lucky us! 

She told me that she didn't have any pictures of herself welding, so I went ahead and took some: 

Yeah, she's pretty awesome. 

So was the sunset: 

After breaking the bumper, clogging the toilet, flooding the stove, and dinging up the nice-looking-but-not-at-all-sturdy wood veneer, we banned ourselves from the trailer before we broke anything else. Steve stayed up most of the night conducting one of the most monumental packing jobs of his life: condensing everything from trailer into two car boxes on top of the Pilot. 

We certainly didn't pack for Alaska with selling the trailer in mind. We had brought a lot of things with us. And it was funny to see the differences in opinions between me and Steve as to what should stay and what should go. We got rid of everything we could do without for the remainder of our trip and easily replace when we got home including toiletries, Steve's pillow, sheets, and most of our food. Kaleigh's smelly shoes went into the trash. Camping chairs, camping pots and pans, and a folding Lifetime table were all left behind. We had a large pile of "maybes", but Steve worked his magic and made most of it fit. It was a lot of work, but we couldn't wait to complete the sale of the trailer and have it out of our lives! 


Kayli said...

One of the great dreams of my life is to someday have a rope swing.

Also, that monumental packing job (way to go for Steve!) sounds like our trying to pack stuff to take to Switzerland into 10 duffel bags.

As always, I can't wait for the next post!

Rebecca said...

I want a slice of that mushroom pizza right now