The grounds around our apartment are park-like, as I've said before.
Lovely to stroll around in. I'm so appreciative of the beauty.
What about this hanging basket of petunias?
A few of them were as broad as my hand span in diameter.
The center of the apartments is a green with a display of Alaskan "artifacts".
Plenty of tourists stay here and appreciate these items.
Here is a trapper's or miner's kind of crude cabin.
The top is sod and an entire garden of grasses and wildflowers
is growing on the roof.
My favorite part of the cabin is this window.
Made of bottles and canning jars, it's rather a creative
way to let light into the dark interior of the cabin.
An actual light-weight bush plane that served the villages for many
years sits in this same area. This particular evening we were surprised to see
an "old-timer" ready to share his stories. He's been in Alaska 70 years.
Before that? He was born on Long Island, New York, just like me!
Such a small world.
Jack sometimes wishes my hair was still long, like college days years ago.
I sampled these vines to see how it may look if I grew it out...
This get-up was parked in the lot nearby.
The window of the old RV read,"VA to AK by the Grace of God."
Looks like they made it.