The Top of the World Highway is an all dirt road. I tried to get a picture of at least a couple of the millions of potholes. The Suburban really rides like a truck sometimes.
At the end of the day, we had homemade Blueberry Buckle and ice cream, made and served by the campground hosts. Yummy. The kitchen in the campground was excellent.
Nobody missed out on this goody.
In the summer, the town of Chicken has 21 residents. In the winter, there are 6 residents. The only businesses are 2 campgrounds, the post office, and the "strip mall" of a diner, liquor store (very slim pickings and twice the price), gas pump (no station) and souvenir store. The full time residents aren't too fond of the "newcomers". Cold and rain during our visit here in the dry camp...that was full of puddles and mud.
Leaving the trailers and driving the 90 miles each way to Eagle, part of it on the same Top of the World Highway, we traveled with Betty Ivy while her husband, Mike, stayed back to do some work on something in their trailer. We enjoyed a very s-l-o-w lunch, then toured the museum and restored Fort Egbert. Interesting. During lunch, across the Yukon River, there was a black bear loping along the beach. He decided to cross the river to our side. This is one big river with a fast current...not to mention cold. That poor bear got swept past us and on down the river. The local wildlife management man said if the bear couldn't get to land, he could drown. We all hoped he made it....
The reason I'm writing this is.... it's one of the few days that Elaine forgot her camera. Can you believe it? Sigh.
We got back into the cars and headed back to Chicken on that muddy and pot-holed road. It was only 4 1/2 hours one way. Yeah. 90 miles. That's a clue about the road. But the scenery was spectacular...and baren.
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