Fairbanks

Got in to Fairbanks on Friday night and had a bit too much cheer in all the excitement. Woke up on Saturday with the need for a long soak in hot water so we hit the Chena Hot Springs. After coffee and excedrine of course. We were hoping it would be colder for the full experience but it was a warm 20 above and still felt magical.

Where's Waldo? I'm in there but a little hard to spot.

After the hot springs we attempted to recapture our youth and ventured out to a hip hop show. Let's just say that the local opening acts were entertaining but the headliner has seen better days. It was no "Gangsta Paradise" at the Blue Loon in Fairbanks Saturday night. More like a contest to see who could get sloppier, the crowd or the performer. "Oh how the mighty have fallen" was the quote from Kelly. But the race to total disgrace left us with some prime people watching and since we weren't partaking, we got to see it all reeeal clear. Way too clear.

Sunday was the famous Pump House breakfast buffet. All you can eat, freshly prepared food and bottomless mimosas. Now that is true happiness my friends.

Tonight is the ice carving festival and dinner with more of Kelly's friends. Wednesday morning we leave for Juneau. Today it's me, a couch, a pup, a some Dr. Mario. So far verything I've ever wanted in a spring break.