After what seemed like a short night in Talkeetna . . . well, it actually was short. Between the trains passing, the trucks on the road, Babs wanting to eat, Babs falling down the stairwell, and Melinda's crab not agreeing with her, three of the four of us did not sleep very well. Don, of course, did not have any trouble.
But I digress. After what seemed like a short night in Talkeetna, we traveled to Denali. It was a very rainy day, and the clouds hung over the mountains so that it seemed as if we were in flat Kansas. I wish it had been less cloudy, as the area is gorgeous, but today it was not to be. We managed to fit Wal Mike's in between raindrops, however.
We had been telling everyone about going shopping at Wal Mike's. It is a little slice of America, and certainly better than the Cypress Knee Museum that I dragged our family to when we were in Florida many years ago. The proprietor, Mike, is actually from Peabody, Kansas, but he moved to Alaska many years ago. He has been collecting other people's junque for years, and he will sell almost all of it (but not his totems.)
It looks like a huge flea market, but some of the stuff is actually pretty good. Chris found two pairs of boots for her and for Don - hers were a $20 steal, and although Don's were more expensive, they were at least 1/2 off what he could buy them for elsewhere.
Katie found herself a gnome. Apparently, she has several, and this guy is a hunting gnome. $10. What a deal!
Wal Mike's has antiques, expired food and medicines, consignment art, trinkets and more trinkets . . . just about anything you could imagine. Amazingly, we stayed about an hour, and several people purchased items. It is one of those places you just have to see!
Looking good, Mom
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