Our first camping trip took us to Cowans Gap. It was a great trip. The grandkids had fun and so did the adults. I am not sure if the kids wore out the parents or if it was the other way around. While the parents were busy with the kids, Grandpa and Oma, had a nice relaxing time walking around the lake, reading, and take photos.
This was our maiden voyage with Merida, Winnebago Brave. Well that is what we have named her. She is just what we wanted. Merida is just the right size for David, Harrison and me, 29 feet.
David drove me to rehab so we could head right over to the kids to head out when it was over. I jumped out and got my rehab over with. I went back to the motorhome and David informed me we were over heating. We tried to find an auto parts store but nothing was close. David opened the hood and we could see the hose that was cracked. David and I reverted to our Alaska ways. I told him I have duct tape in the RV and water. David let it cool down before he could apply the duct tape. We didn’t have a funnel to get the water into the radiator, so David went into the store to see if they had one. He came out with a plastic cup. I had a pitcher we could use to pour the water into from the 5 gallon jug. We were then off to the kids house. Dan had David go pick up the hose. Then Dan replaced it. Thank goodness that boy loves cranking a wrench.
We finally go off around 4:30pm on Thursday April 1.
As soon as we got service when we were leaving McCarthy our friends called and asked if we wanting to go camping in Homer. We figured we could kill two birds with one stone. We had promised our little friend, Silas, when we were in Ajo, AZ visiting them that we would walk along the beach in Homer with him while he was visiting his father. So we got home on Sunday and left again on Friday for Homer.
We decided to go to McCarthy for 4th of July. I took tons of photos and somehow managed to loose most of them. So there won’t be many on this blog.
We headed to McCarthy in our camper. I had not been there since 1980. David had never been there. Our kids and granddaughters were meeting us there.
Boy was I surprised when we got there. Where we had camped back in May of 1980 was now a campground. It was still just a big gravel area along the Kennicott River. We found a camping spot, you just park where you want. You can’t get the big RV’s down the road to McCarthy. The hand trolley that used to take you across the river has been replaced by a footbridge. The people of McCarthy no longer had to wait until spring to drive across the Kennicott River because they have a private bridge now.
We arrived a day early from the rest of our party, so we could find us a good campsite. We found one right on the river and parked so we could save a space for the rest of us. There is only one other camper on the other end of the area we were camping in. As we got out of our truck and were walking to the back I notice that the person at the other campsite is walking over. All of a sudden she says, “I knew it was you. I saw those legs getting out of the truck and I thought those look like Cindy’s legs. Then I saw that long grey hair and I knew it was you.” It was only David’s niece, Laura and her two kids, Mattie and Hannah. We had no idea that she was there. Now our family camping trip got even bigger.
We spent 4th of July in McCarthy. We went to the pancake breakfast and then to the parade. Our twin granddaughter’s were in the parade because Daddy made a cool stroller that goes easily across rough terrain. He put bushwheels, airplane tires, on the stroller. Everyone was taking photos of it.
It was a booming place when the Kennicott mine was going strong because alcoholic beverages and prostitution were forbidden in Kennecott.
It is also known for the murders of 1983 when a man shot 6 of the 22 residents while they waited for the mail plane to land. There is more about this on Discovery Channel’s Alaska’s Ice Cold Killer episode “Frozen Terror”.
There was also a TV series on Discovery Channel called “Edge of Alaska”
This poor little town has a lot of bad things happen to it but it just keeps on going.
The next day we went up to Kennicott mine. It was a ghost mine when I was here in 1980. When they closed the mine they just left everything there. The whole mine was deteriorating. In June of 1998, the National Park Service acquired many of the significant buildings and lands of the historic mining town of Kennicott. Listed on the National Register of Historic Places in 1978 and designated as a National Historic Landmark since 1986, Kennicott is considered the best remaining example of early 20th Century copper mining.
Saturday, October 20th, was our second anniversary. David tells me last week, “I have a 3 day weekend. Do you want to go camping for our anniversary? ” I reply, “Hell Yes!” Please excuse my language but I was that excited.
We usually have snow by now and the camping is over for the year. The weather has been so nice we decided to head out. David wanted to talk to a blacksmith in Palmer about a fire tool he wanted him to make. We found his place but he was gone for the day. We decided to drive around to look for some place to have a nice dinner on Saturday night. Continue reading “A Day That Won’t Be Forgotten”
Hoping it isn’t the last camping trip for the year. The weather has been so nice we are still camping. We are not taking the camper off of the truck yet. I will be gone for a couple of weeks but we are hoping that me may be able to get a couple more trips in before the snow when I get back. We are having an Indian Summer and really enjoying it.
We loaded up as soon as David and Dusty got home from work and off we went. Heather, Dan and the babies were meeting us at Knik River.
When we arrived at Knik River we found a place to camp. I was sitting watching David get the campfire ready to start and noticed all the beautiful colors in the mountains.
We enjoyed watching the planes fly over and could see the bridge that the kids had to cross to get to us.
Who remembers this song? Troglodytes sung by The Jimmy Castor Bunch released in 1972 which was the year before I graduated high school . Guess I just told you my age but who cares it is just a number. Well back to this song. You should check out this you tube
This blog is not about a song but about camping at Bertha Creek in Alaska for the weekend. We used to drive past this campground every time we went to Anchorage from Sterling. My late husband, Charlie, would start singing this song as we passed by Bertha Creek. David, alive husband, and I do the same thing. We even named our truck Bertha. We decided that we were going camping there. So when I picked up the grandkids from Sterling we drove through and Charlie even picked us out a campsite. Oh yea, that is Charlie II, the grandson, not Charlie the dead husband.
Friday morning came and we all piled in the truck, three adults, two kids and one big dog. We headed out to Bertha Creek. We got up into Turnagain Pass we knew it wasn’t far now. We saw the sign.!
Yea, we are here! Oh no, so are other people. There was no one here on Monday. As we made our way through the park, fingers crossed, we look for our perfect camping spot. We come around the bend and there it is, empty. We pull in to one side, so Heather and Dan can pull in next to us later tonight. Dusty sets up the tent for him and the kids.
Now it is time to head down to checkout the creek. To our surprise when we get down there we find a small waterfall.
Grandma and Grandpa took pictures of things like her feet,
grandpa even got his foot in there once, and grandma took pictures of the creek and Dusty playing with the kids there.
We all headed back for some lunch. I found this cool picture to take there.
Yes a sap was taking a photo of sap. The next question; is it better to be a sap or a root?
I’m not sure. What do you think?
Well David and I decided to take a walk down some trails we had seen on the way in. We walked up to the fee area, this is Federal so it is only $14 a night and $7 if you have your gold pass which we have.
Bear country! Oh, no! I always get a kick out of these signs because I think all of Alaska is bear country. When they are walking through the subdivisions all the time in Anchorage, the largest city in the state, wouldn’t you say it is all bear country.
David decided to check out the pump and see if it was still working and it was. We then continued on with our walk.
Yes, we found Bertha Creek. This is where it empties into this river whose name no one seems to know. I will find out some how.
We then headed back to camp and sat by the fire for a while with a beer. Dusty and the kids came back from their walk. They told us about a bench up on top of the hill by our camp with a great view. We went there the next morning.
Everybody brought back a little firewood. We sure didn’t want to run out because how could we drink our beer without a fire.
Anyway they also told us about another trail on the other side of the highway. They said they saw some people panning for gold, well they had sluice boxes. I guess you would say they were looking for gold. We all thought that would be fun to do after lunch. So as we were eating one of the kids goes come look at these worms. Reighly already had a pet green worm she named catty but it had got away. It fell off her finger. We all go to have a look and this is what we saw.
We watch them all weekend as they slowly eat away the leaf.
Now our next adventure across the road and up the trail. First we stop at this bridge that goes nowhere. You can smell the creosote, so you know it is new. You cross the bridge and see a road for maybe 100 ft then nothing. Oh well the mystery road I guess or should I say bridge.
Across the highway we go. The first thing we come across is this cool firepit.
The gold miners were all gone, so we had the whole area to ourselves which was nice. We all went exploring.
As we are walking on the trail we saw blueberries. David and I decided to come back the next morning and pick some while the kids were asleep. We got up and went picking on Sunday. Alice got a little bored. She doesn’t think standing in one area for a while is hiking. I guess she doesn’t know the difference in hiking and picking.
Well we thought it was worth getting rained on. The Picking Was Good!
While we were there we got some nice mushrooms photos. Never thought I would be looking for mushrooms for a photo op.
We also got some nice flower photos.
The rain stopped before we left, so the tent got to dry out before it got packed up. We packed up and headed home.
Good-Bye Bertha Creek.
I guess I should let everyone know that the Flat Ole Hippies couldn’t come with us because they had other plans. Hopefully, they can come with us next weekend. We are planning to go to Seward if all goes well.
Our friends took us camping at Kings River outside of Sutton north of Anchorage, Alaska. We went in their camper. It was a beautiful weekend. It was sunny but not too hot. We sat by the campfire and went for walks. We enjoyed watching the river.