Between Denali and Fairbanks lies the lovely little berg of Nenana. We stopped through it in 2006 when Betsy was with us, and she taught us about the Nenana Ice Classic. Ever since them, I have loved Nenana. Every spring, the townspeople place a tripod in the middle of the frozen river, attach a timing device to it, and sell lottery tickets to people who try to guess the exact minute when the ice breaks up.
When the ice breaks, it moves the tripod which stops the clock . . . and then they go through all of the tickets to see who wins the jackpot. In 2011, I entered the contest but came nowhere close to winning.
Anyway, Nenana is a charming little town. This time, we took Katie to the river to show her the tripod, and then we stopped to see an Episcopal mission there.
The doors are open all of the time, so anyone is welcome to come in. The pews are all hand-hewn, and the altar cloths are hand-beaded native work. I would have loved to have gone to church there the next day, but it just wasn't going to work out. I am glad to have experienced such a beautiful little church, even if it was just for a few minutes.
The doors are open all of the time, so anyone is welcome to come in. The pews are all hand-hewn, and the altar cloths are hand-beaded native work. I would have loved to have gone to church there the next day, but it just wasn't going to work out. I am glad to have experienced such a beautiful little church, even if it was just for a few minutes.
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