The same day Abigail and I strolled along the river walk
and saw the tribal chief memorial sculpture,
we crossed under the Interior Alaska Antler Arch.
Many of the sets of antlers are larger than this little girl.
She was quite in awe.
I'll print out some of what the information sign read:
"This arch of antlers might also be called an arch of stories. Each antler was given to the arch in the spirit of linking experiences from all around Alaska. Knitted and knotted together here are memories of campfires, packboards, meat cutting tables, and warm kitchens shared with family and friends...and of relics of wild animals whose language and life stories we know only fragments. The gift of the arch is to let us imagine the personal stories and respect the intertwined lives represented here."
Made up of more than 100 moose and caribou antlers collected from all over Interior Alaska,
this arch is an interesting landmark.
For us, it was part of an fun and sunny day for wandering and exploring.
I brought Abigail and she brought her little "Anna".
And we all learned together.