Michael, you proved me and my parents wrong. I was born in a little town of 5000 (unless you include Elmendorf & Ft. Rich). In June of 1956, my parents and I toured across the Lower 48. In Atlantic City, I spent the entire day on the beach resulting in a horrible sunburn where in days, large patches of skin peeled off. The pain left an impression on me and later when I returned home, I was worried that I could get a sunburn, again. I was assured that "you can't get a sunburn in Alaska."
This blog covering biking, swimming at Spenard Lake, and delivering newspapers brought back many fine memories. Dad had the pedestal built and Engine No. 1 installed down at the ARR general office and depot.
I remembering spending the day picking cranberries out at Goose Lake and not seeing another person all day. I camped out at Campbell Air Strip in the winter.
Michael, you proved me and my parents wrong. I was born in a little town of 5000 (unless you include Elmendorf & Ft. Rich). In June of 1956, my parents and I toured across the Lower 48. In Atlantic City, I spent the entire day on the beach resulting in a horrible sunburn where in days, large patches of skin peeled off. The pain left an impression on me and later when I returned home, I was worried that I could get a sunburn, again. I was assured that "you can't get a sunburn in Alaska."
This blog covering biking, swimming at Spenard Lake, and delivering newspapers brought back many fine memories. Dad had the pedestal built and Engine No. 1 installed down at the ARR general office and depot.
I remembering spending the day picking cranberries out at Goose Lake and not seeing another person all day. I camped out at Campbell Air Strip in the winter.
Blessing to you and Mary.
Thanks for all the old Anchorage memories! I live in Fairbanks now, but miss the Anchorage where I grew up and most folks were good, kind people.