Uncle Jon's cabin site is in a pretty ideal location - about 50 miles north of Anchorage, and even closer to
the growing city of of Wasilla; so you can still get into town pretty
conveniently.
At some point after miles and miles of nothing but
trees, you turn down a long gravel road, then another long gravel road, then there you
are.
It's a pleasant little community of isolated cabins -
everybody I met was real nice, nobody was full of shit.
The only nearby commercial
facilities (and by "nearby," I mean 20 miles away) are a couple of gas stations, a hardware store, and the occasional
lodge.
The low population base makes waiting in line extremely rare. This was particularly impressive coming in from southern California.
A little further, and you'll find a couple of local eating
establishments, both of them provide huge portions:Sunshine Restaurant. |
Sunshine Restaurant is my favorite, it's right next to a gas
station, so we ended up there more often than not. They always had a giant stack of newspapers piled on one of
the tables. I don't know if they are ever packed to capacity with customers.
In the other direction, towards Willow, is the Trading Post:
This place was a little rowdier since it is also a bar in the evenings. Huge portions, again.
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