Bryan and I took of Friday afternoon and headed up north to Talkeetna for the weekend. It was our normal Friday Off, so we took our time and ambled our way up the highway. The snow just kept on getting deeper and deeper as we went, ending up with well over two feet at the cabin we’d rented for the weekend. It’s so pretty!
Our cabin was a tiny one, with some rather ingenious quirks getting all the necessary items crammed in there while still providing a livable space. There was a TV with cable available for our use, but it was located at a very strange angle from the couch, so watching our movies at night was interesting. The wrought iron ladder leading up to the sleeping loft was right smack-dab in the way of entry to the kitchenette, so you had to duck and twist each time you went in or out of the kitchen.
But honestly, it wasn’t all that bad. We had room for me to work on my artwork while Bryan worked on his computer. The kittens enjoyed exploring the place. Viktor even learned how to climb up a ladder! Mind you, he never did figure out how to climb down the ladder – he’d just sit up there and cry until I went up and got him. Come to think of it – maybe he did figure out how to get down!
This whole COVID thing really does suck. Last year in Talkeetna trip was so much fun with the Taste of Talkeetna, breakfast at the Roadhouse, and lots of Christmas shopping and people watching. This year, the Taste was canceled, the Roadhouse is closed, less than half the shops have managed to keep their doors open, and the whole place is a Ghost Town.
Still, we had Mountain High Pizza delivered to us for our first dinner, went to the Denali Brew Pub for our second dinner (masks required until your food arrives), and got breakfast to go from the Flying Squirrel. All in all, it wasn’t that bad.
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