We drove the 464 miles down the Richardson Highway, then the Glenn Highway to camp in Palmer. The Taiwanese gals in Anchorage, Milly, Ivy and Brandy went with us to the Fair and slept all the way back home. Some highlights of the Fair were the Lumberjack Show, the rhubarb lemonade, the Birdman of Las Vegas, Hobo Jim and the barn full of produce and animals.
The goats in the barn are a kick. They have such personality- one was chewing on the requisite blue tarp and the clusters of goats housed together were active and playful. This year there were dwarf Nigerian goats- dairy goats that were so tiny that you'd have to sit on the ground to milk them.
I was interested to read in the paper about a man in Alaska who developed a milker for goats. Mr. Henry is an entrepreneur in the purest sense. He saw a problem, found a solution and found a way to distribute the product to others. (website: http://www.henrymilker.com/). I especially liked his initiative after hearing that 43% of all jobs in Fairbanks are government jobs. Hey, guess what! Americans can invent, manufacture and export, too! You go, Mike. The "eat local" movement likes him, too.
The drive down the Glenn Highway was beautiful. I hadn't been there in many years. The weather was fall-like, cold in the mornings (hats and gloves in bed), overcast, but with beautiful reds and oranges in the hills.
Paul in front of the Matanuska Glacier off the Glenn Highway
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