I had to take an exam for my online class and University of Alaska-Fairbanks, so that's why my blogging has been so spread out. I've been being a good little pupil and studying my heart away.
But to continue on with our adventure:
Monday, Nikki had a doctor's appointment and we got an oil change for the ol' rig (I know you wanted to know about both of these). After we did that, we trekked down towards Denali National Park, which is southwest of Fairbanks. We didn't actually go into the park. Instead, we just went to a restaurant called The Salmon Bake. (Seriously like every restaurant in Alaska is called "The Salmon Bake". This state seems to lack originality). Since that was all we did on Monday, I'll tell you about the restaurant. You're welcome in advance.It was a cutie little shack on the side of a mountain. And for some reason, whoever built it decided that instead of making the building level, they would make the building go with the surrounding landscape instead, aka the whole restaurant was on a slant and everything slide downwards. So it was a very interesting dinner, to say the least. Most of it was spent trying to make sure none of dad's beer spilled on Nikki and that he wouldn't just fall over and do a face plant in his food. We had gotten an appetizer to split, then I think Nikki and dad got elk sliders, mom got falafel, and I got this buffalo soup or whatever (because you all care about this). After we inhaled the appetizer and were completely stuffed before our entrees came out, we made a mini pact that we wouldn't order anymore appetizers at dinner because we were always so full that we hated ourselves. We discovered later on that this pact was pointless because we ended up ordering appetizers and hating ourselves anyways. So that was Monday.
Tuesday we actually headed to the park. We were on a mission to see Mt. McKinley. We think we saw it, but there's really no way to tell since literally every single mountain looks the same. According to some sign on the side of the road, only 30% of people actually see Mt. McKinley. So we're going to pretend we're part of that 30%. Once we finished driving through Denali, we headed over to the sled dog kennels. The sled dogs are what I live for. Seriously. We had gotten there just in the nick of time because there was a sled dog demonstration that was about to start. The woman who was presenting was super awkward, but the presentation itself was pretty neat. She talked about how the dogs are used to haul heavy stuff back and forth in the winter throughout the park. The more she went on about the dogs, the more I decided that dog mushing was my calling. So look for me in the next Iditarod. During the demonstration though, the lady hooked up the dogs and rode them around. She didn't offer me a ride, which I thought was rude, but it's whatever. After the demonstration was done and over with, we went and played with the dogs. Since there were so many witnesses, it would've been too obvious for us to steal one of the dogs, so we're hoping our plans will work out next time. Last time NIkki and I went, all of the dogs were available to play with, but this time there were only 5 dogs we could snuggle. Dad went up to one of the dogs and for whatever reason, this dog was super interested in him. Nuna (the dog) kept sniffing his wheelchair and going under the blanket he had and was just all about dad and giving him some loving. When we got back to the motor home, Oscar wasn't too pleased that dad had been cheating on him.
After we visited the cutie dogs, we packed up and drove down to Anchorage. I can't remember if we went out to eat or not, but I'm assuming we did and I'm assuming it was delicious and I'm assuming I hated myself afterwards.
Uhh I don't think we did anything else Tuesday, besides j-chill.
I'll probably binge-blog (is that a thing?) tonight and fill you in on the rest of the week. BUT UNTIL THEN, ADIOS.
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