We had been warned by some folks in Fairbanks about the hilly road to Nenana, about 50 miles from Fairbanks, so we were expecting a tough ride. The worst, they said, was the hill out of Ester, just out of town. But when we reached that hill, and all the others, we realized that the hills on the Dalton Highway had prepared us well. Yes, the hill from Ester was long, but it was not continuous, nor all that steep, nor gravel, nor was it followed by twenty more just like it. Moreover, the weather was perfect. Low 60s, slightly breezy, and no mosquitoes! We had the time of our lives in shorts and t-shirts. Upon arrival at the Tanana River (we found the site Andrew and John recommended - thanks guys), we built a small fire to keep the bugs away, had a great dinner and dessert, and set up the tent, folding the rain fly up off the foot so we could see the river. As I write this, the midnight sun is turning the light amber, and a beaver is swimming by just a few feet away and slapping its tail at us. 'Tis a fine night to be in a tent on a riverbank in Alaska.
|taken through the tent's mesh|