We grabbed breakfast in Talkeetna the morning after our flightseeing tour. We talked with Nguyen, Jim’s wife, before leaving the Homestead cabin, as their home was on the same property.
“I used to live in Anchorage. Too many people, and no peace. There’s always noise. Here I’m happy. I hear the birds and the chickens and no people. I work hard on the gardens and house, and it’s long days. But I’m happy here. And now I’m thin! Always moving. When I lived in Anchorage, I was too heavy!”
We chuckled together, and she wished us well on our trip. Charley gave her some sniffs and Nguyen reciprocated with pets.
Denali was in clouds that day. It made us even more grateful to have seen her the prior day. We set out towards Wasila, down in the valley, taking the Parks Highway south again. Groceries and laundry. By now we’re at our most efficient getting errands done. I drop Jamie at the market, and head to the laundromat (in most towns we’ve come across, the two are quite proximal). Charley lays in bed in Archie.