Hatcher Pass, Again, Quite Happily

     An old mining and ski area in the Talkeetna Mountains.

I think it was around here somewhere I got out of the car to check on the availability of ripe berries.  I didn't stay out of the car for long, though, because the place smelled strongly of bear musk.

Something about this place seems "Nordic or Swiss-Chalet-ish" to me so in keeping with the feeling, I ordered fondue at the lodge.  ("Swiss" cheese?  Get it?)  They were out of apples, so in quintessential Alaska style, I ended up with a make-do substitute of strawberries, blueberries and grapes to swirl around in the hot cheese.  As you might imagine, it lost a bit in the translation.