It is a challenge to describe Talkeetna. We went once on a rainy day and once on a sunny day. The mood remained the same--like the 60's--or Free Spirits Everywhere. We ate great pizza, and fresh blackberry pie, and creamy hot chocolate. We bought T-shirts and talked to people from five states and learned about the motorcycle trip from Ohio. The town square had an open-air (what else?) concert with a travelling guitar player from Seattle. In this photo my sister Mary, a mother of four and grandmother of 11, gives me a great smile as she poses for me behind one of the many colorful moose props. The kids were long-haired and barefoot. The older folks had wine and a song-in-their hearts. It is ultra-cool. We will go again.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Talkeetna
It is a challenge to describe Talkeetna. We went once on a rainy day and once on a sunny day. The mood remained the same--like the 60's--or Free Spirits Everywhere. We ate great pizza, and fresh blackberry pie, and creamy hot chocolate. We bought T-shirts and talked to people from five states and learned about the motorcycle trip from Ohio. The town square had an open-air (what else?) concert with a travelling guitar player from Seattle. In this photo my sister Mary, a mother of four and grandmother of 11, gives me a great smile as she poses for me behind one of the many colorful moose props. The kids were long-haired and barefoot. The older folks had wine and a song-in-their hearts. It is ultra-cool. We will go again.
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