I lived in Palmer, Alaska for too short a period of time, and on my daily walks I would often go past this statue of Balto in the downtown area. Someone was kind enough to put a hat on him to keep him warm.
What happens at the motor home stays at the motor home. (I don’t think I want to know what happens in the motor home.)
Sign in a store window, Palmer, Alaska.
Here’s an adn.com story about how a little shop in Palmer, Alaska “invented a machine that is cleaning the decks of aircraft carriers all over the world.”
This is a series of Facebook posts from an adventurous day in Alaska, December 31, 2010:
1) Hmm, more bad weather today. Adding “tire chains” to the grocery list, and I’m out the door. Driving to Seward to celebrate the new year!
2) Famous Alaska saying: “There’s old pilots, and there’s bold pilots, but there ain’t no old and bold pilots.” Meaning I’m stopping in Anchorage tonight.
3) So ... I was trying to get to Seward tonight, but got stuck in a steep, icy parking lot in Wasilla for a while. I finally decided to drive-slide the car to the edge of the parking lot where there was a small strip of frozen dirt and grass that went up the side of the hill. I got the tires on the right side of the car on that strip, built up as much speed as I could, and finally got my car up the hill. It took more than an hour to get out of there. After that I tried even harder to find tire chains but could not, so I decided to stop in Anchorage. They started the fireworks at 5pm (because of the whole darkness thing), and various shows went on all night, which was a really cool way to spend the evening.
From “Winter Solstice Day, 2011,” two moose working things out in Palmer, Alaska.
Slid sideways through an icy intersection just in time to see a helicopter lift off from the ground with a sunlit mountain range as its backdrop ... pretty awesome.
(A Facebook post from December 19, 2010, when I lived in Alaska.)
The long bike-riding path in Palmer, Alaska is one of my favorite things about living there. As you can see, it’s a nice, big path, separated from the road.
I don’t remember where exactly in Palmer, Alaska I took this photo, but my best guess is that I was on a bike ride near some of the farms. I just found this photo this morning, so I thought I’d share it here.
While I’m in the neighborhood, here’s an “oilified” painting-ish version of that photo, courtesy of Gimp:
Right-click that photo and chose a “View image” option to see it in its full size.
This is one of my favorite traffic signs in all of the world. You can find it if you drive north from Anchorage, Alaska towards Wasilla and Palmer. When I lived in Alaska in 2010-2011, I would take the exit to the right to go to Palmer. If you keep going straight you’ll go to Wasilla, then Willow, Talkeetna, and eventually Denali and then Fairbanks. (If you’re really gung ho, as I was, you can also drive to Prudhoe Bay, if you don’t mind 400 miles of dirt roads.)
And as you can tell from the highway numbers 1 & 3, there aren’t many main roads in Alaska. :)
Back on Pi Day in 2011, I was living in Palmer, Alaska, and had no plans on returning to the “Lower 48,” no plans to write the Scala Cookbook, etc. (And then some personal stuff happened in my family, and I thought it would be best to move to Colorado for a while.) I took this photo of a local baseball field and the mountains in Palmer while I was walking around that day.
(If you’re interested in what I was thinking then, this is a photo of the building that I thought would become my office in downtown Palmer.)