Aug 19,
First thing Steve did today was to wash his truck. Yesterday that Dalton Highway sure muddied it!
When he got back, we set off to explore Fairbanks, Alaska’s second largest city. When you see it, you realize how few people live in Alaska. The city seems to be behind most American cities by about 40 years. I don’t mean that in a derogatory way either. Log cabins are still used right in the city. This is such a small city you can actually email for a greeter, a volunteer who will meet with you when you arrive to share information about Fairbanks. I think that is nice.
We nixed the idea of going to the El Dorado Mine tour and train ride, and we decided to skip the river boat cruise that takes visitors to a native fish camp and to a dog sled exhibition. We stated our day by buying homemade bread at the Tanana Valley Farmers’ Market. We bought a lot of vegetables, too.
They we hit pay dirt ( a mining expression!) when we found the Fairbanks’ Ice Museum. Charles Kuralt from the old "Sunday Morning" would have loved this place! Picture it. First, we are greeted by a man who we can’t understand because of his Chinese accent. He takes our entrance fee and escorts us to a rundown theater that would make the old Bridgton Magic Lantern look like an IMAX. At this point, we really aren’t expecting much. "Freeze Frame," the presentation, explains the evolution of ice art. It’s also about the Fairbanks’ annual March International Ice-Sculpting Contest. It’s good.
As soon as the movie is completed, the curtains on the sides of the theater rise and fourteen ice sculptures appear in ceiling high refrigerated glass cases. ( The drawn curtains remind me of Epcot’s " American Adventure," but believe me, the entrance, the seats, the building – nothing is big scale like Epcot or even close to it.)
Our greeter invites us to enter the refrigerated glass cases to examine the fantastic sculptures. We see a musher and his dog team, a gold miner panning for gold, dolphins leaping, a realistic snowmobile. All of this is made from ice and is very good.
Finally, our greeter steps behind another case and demonstrates the art of ice carving. Turns out he has won Fairbanks’ International Festival many times. He’s great! When he is finished, he bows, thanks us for coming and invites us back in March for the festival. This may all sound touristy, but since this guy is running his own business and is so good at what he does, we loved it. Besides, it was such a surprise.We weren’t expecting much and we got a gem.
After that, we went to the Alaska Museum of the North, a 42 million dollar building that was just completed in 2005. It’s up on a hill so the views of Fairbanks is wonderful. The building itself is gorgeous. The architect incorporated all the curves, angles and slants that are found in the Alaska landscape. It’s white; I bet it looks great up on that hill in the winter.
We saw a couple interesting films, lots of fantastic exhibits about Alaskan art and culture and a bison that was killed 36,000 years ago by a lion. He was preserved in the permafrost. My favorite exhibit featured the photography of Micho Hoshing. When he was a young student, he went to live with an Eskimo family; that experience changed his life. Now his nature photography is featured in National Geographic, Time and many other publications. When I get home, I am going to do some research on his work. (He writes poetry as well.)
We checked out the university’s botanical garden, too. They do well considering that in three weeks, Fairbanks probably will be buried in snow.
Who is we meet today? A woman who attended a summer camp in Casco when she was a kid. Where did she eat when she was in Maine? The Naples Lobster Pound. Isn’t life funny?