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.