On day 3 we woke up in the cabin to a crisp clear morning. After cleaning up and repacking everything into the car, we were on our way back to Fairbanks, dutifully watching for moose along the way. It didn't take long before Mom yelled, "Moose!" Sure enough, a momma and baby were grazing in the forest along the road. After several visits to Alaska, Mom was finally able to cross 'seeing a moose' off of her list. Somehow on her previous trips she had been more of a moose repellant than attractant. Of course, I have no pictures of the moose, but if I get some later I'll add them to this entry.
On the way back to town, we stopped again to feed the sled dogs. Somehow the time was passing rather quickly, but we rounded out the day by carving Jack-O-Lanterns! Fun fun fun!
Day 4 was Saturday. Mom's flight was leaving from Anchorage on Tuesday moning, and after looking at the weather forecast, which predited a snow storm, it seemed that Saturday would be the best day to head to Anchorage, so we packed up and drove six hours south.
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