On the way back to Palmer, we took the Old Glenn Hwy, a narrow road full of curves, each one offering a new mountain vista. I love this few miles of the old road. Along with its idyllic beauty and the majesty of its mountains it offers a sample of so many Alaskan dangers: forest fire, rock slides, snow avalanches, raging flooded rivers, hungry bears, angry moose, and long cold winters.
And then you cross the Knik River bridge and you are on the outskirts of Palmer with its coffee shops, microbreweries, high end restaurants, book shops, and first rate shopping and all the danger seems far away
Dinner with Jesse at Evangelo’s. More delicious halibut. I wasn’t quick enough to catch it but coming back to the house after dinner, we saw a substantial layer of fresh snow on the mountains behind Palmer. It may still be there next time I’m out.
