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Day 20 Thursday, July 6 Thursday July 6, we drove about 27 miles around Fairbanks N64 50.131 W147 49.390
A page from the travel guide we picked up at the Fairbanks visitors center.
This is the view from the Fairbanks Museum. The rain started just as we got there, and poured down. Then just as fast as it started it quit.
Patty meets a bear, and is not afraid this time. .
These pictures were taken inside the museum and are dark. This one is of an Eskimo canoe.
Nice looking bears.
There were lots of bears.
This copper nugget was found on the beach in Nome.
This was our Motel while in Fairbanks.
Mike was in Alaska, so he drove on up to Fairbanks to visit with Patty and me.
After meeting mike at the Motel we headed off to get something to eat.
We decided to meet up at Pikes for a good dinner before Patty got on the Plane and headed south.
Patty and Mike having a good conversation.
Patty and Mike posing next to Pikes Moose.
Patty say's goodbye to Pikes Moose.
At Fairbanks airport I helped Patty with her bags. I helped carry them up the stairs past the sign that said "only passengers with tickets beyond this point". Mike and I ignored the sign and helped Patty get up the stairs with her bags. As I was leaving I was chased down by airport security and questioned as to why I gave her "my bags" and why I wasn't taking the airplane.
After showing him the car and explaining to him that I needed to drive it back to San Diego, and who Patty and Mike were, he let me go.
Mike and I meet up again at Pikes Landing for a couple of beers. They were having a charity contest to see who could hit a golf ball across the Cheena river.
I paid for a couple of balls and let Mike hit them.
Mike did better than I would have. I did not see anyone make it all the way across the river.
It was getting late and almost midnight.
Fairbanks in the midnight sun. It was not as bright as Deadhorse at midnight, but still light enough to see.
Here is a picture of Fairbanks in November 1975 taken about noon. This is as high the sun gets in the sky during the dead of winter.
Winter can be beautiful, it's just cold. But the mail must be delivered. It is probably 10 below 0. Photo taken in 1975.
This could be a post card for those who like it cold. The steam and smoke is from the power plant. Photo taken in 1975.
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