Palmer, Alaska, United States

Trip Start Jun 25, 2009
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Trip End Sep 10, 2009


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Homestead RV Park

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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Tuesday, August 18 - Palmer, Alaska - Day 3 of 3

Today was a scheduled free day with no planned activities for the group.  Keeping this in mind, I stayed up until 4:30 a.m. and planned to sleep in and straighten up the RV.  It is unbelievable how quickly our home on wheels can turn into a sty.  As much as we try to keep everything in place, it seems to get out of hand every day.

Art woke me up around 10:00 and announced that he was going to ride into Anchorage with Les, our Wagonmaster in their RV to buy two new tires for his rig and that Jean,
our Wagonmistress was going to spend the day with me.  That was a welcome diversion from cleaning!

Art left with Les almost immediately, which left Jean with no place to go.  Our rig was a disaster area and I had just gotten out of bed, so I was a bit embarrassed to have Jean come in.  She told Art that she was going to the park's clubhouse to read until I was ready.  I started to straighten up and had gotten things pretty much in order when I looked out the window and saw Jean sitting in her car!  Although I was still in my robe and had not made the motorhome completely presentable, I couldn't bear having Jean sitting in her car instead of being warm and comfortable, so I ran outside and asked her to come in.  Knowing Jean. she is the type of person who could care less about what someone else's place looks like and can certainly understand what life is like in an RV (although her place always looks spotless!)  I need to find out how she does it.

Jean came in and I asked her to make herself at home while I got ready.  I took a shower, did my hair, and got dressed as quickly as I could and we took off in the PT to downtown Palmer.  We stopped at an optical store first to see if Jean could get her sunglasses fixed, which the optician did, no charge.  Then, since it was nearly noon, we started looking for some place to have lunch.

In downtown Palmer, they are dealing with road detours and closures due to a water main break.  We had some difficulty navigating, but happened upon a cafe and bakery called the "Red Beet."  There were about 6 cars in the parking lot, so we figured it must be a pretty good place for lunch.  When we opened the door and walked in, we only saw one person at a table, so the motorists must have had other business elsewhere.  Since the restaurant looked elegant and inviting despite the lack of a crowd, we decided to stay.

The menu is fixed, with a fixed price - more or less "take it or leave it."  The main dish had curry in it and we were both a bit concerned that it might be too spicy, but the waitress assured us that it was not.

Before our salad was delivered, the waitress presented us with a chocolate truffle to cleanse our palettes.  Our salad consisted of greens, strawberries, broccoli, yellow, green and purple cauliflower, and other ingredients dressed with a lemon yogurt mixture.  Perhaps if we had been able to choose our own dressing, we would have liked the salad more.  Both Jean and I were a bit turned off by the featured dressing.

Our main dish, chicken with a curry seasoning served atop seasoned rice, was somewhat more appetizing.  The curry was not too prominent and the rice had a nice texture with some crunchy tidbits that may have been pine nuts.  I was trying to identify all of the ingredients, but, similar to the salad, this dish had a multitude of ingredients.

All in all, our lunch was not as impressive as the atmosphere may have suggested, but we chalked it up as an experience that was more memorable than a cheeseburger.

We scouted around town through a couple gift shops before we returned to the campground.  Art and Les had called while we were having lunch and told us that they were done in Anchorage and were heading back.  I found Art's coffee cup on the steps of the RV and realized that he had not taken a key and was locked out.  Les' car was gone, too, so Jean and I figured that they must have taken off for lunch.  A quick phone call verified our suspicions.  The guys had headed to the "Noisy Goose" for lunch.  Jean and I jumped in the PT again to join the men for dessert.  The guys had finished by the time we arrived at the restaurant, but Jean and I still ordered dessert.  She got warm apple crisp with ice cream and I ordered a piece of coconut cream pie.  The piece of pie that came to the table was the largest I have ever been served.  The waitress must have known it is my favorite.

We packed up what dessert we couldn't finish and returned to the campground.  I gathered my nail polish, cuticle remover, and nail file and went next door to Jean's RV to give her a semi- manicure.  She has the most beautiful fingernails and it was a pleasure to paint them.  Afterward, we cut blocks of various flavors of cheese for our wine and cheese gathering scheduled for 7 p.m.  We prepared two cheese trays, a couple of baskets of crackers, and a bowl of pretzels and took everything to the clubhouse.  Hazel stopped by and lent a hand with much of the preparation, too.

Jean and Les were afraid they might not have enough food, but there was plenty, especially since some of the other people in the caravan brought sausage, almonds, and egg rolls to share.

Kathy, our campground hostess, stopped by to wish us a safe journey and following a short travel meeting, most everyone adjourned to their RVs.
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