A White Thanksgiving
We had a GREAT thanksgiving holiday up in Alaska. The first two days were spent on the road to Fairbanks….7 long hours each way, but totally worth it. Back in Anchorage on Monday we went cross country skiing (my first time!), sledding, dh skiing, hot tubing, reading, cooking, eating and more. The temperature dropped down to -20 degrees in Fairbanks, my lungs hurt and the snot in my nose froze within seconds of being outside, I’ve never experienced such a cold. Anchorage was in the mid-twenties most of the week, nice and balmy. But in all seriousness I was just as warm up there as I am during the winter in Seattle, I just wore a different coat. The Jernstrom Household was also equipped like an REI store so I had warm boots, skis, hats, gloves, coats, and new long underwear and pants. Cherie (Greg’s mom) obviously knew I would refuse to wear tainted and used items
Things of interest:
- Designer jeans exist in Alaska
- Warm boots change everything
- There is always a car in a ditch
- Cross Country skis are really slippery
- Greg and I are still undefeated at Beirut
- Thigh deep concrete powder will leave you sore four days later
- Sleds will always slow down and stop
Squeezed in the back of the ‘Burb for the trip to Fairbanks
The best lookin Eskimo I’ve ever seen
We had a big bonfire at the cabin
Caribou
The cavernous third row seats
When it gets close to 0 degrees the inside windows turns to ice
This owner is probably upset they incorrectly judged the thickness of the ice on the river
-20 and still smiles
Mama Moose in Greg’s Grandparents neighborhood
The wind would whip snow across the highway making it look like a snow field
I took off like I owned that sport….and then I fell
Greg working hard
Me staying warm
Bob’s homemade pumpkin creme brulee
Greg is ready to sled!
Sonja is all smiles
Cherie and Greg
Our course
Thanksgiving Dinner
pumpkin creme brulee
Alex’s Lemon Pie with candied lemons

Mother. Of. God. I had to put on an extra jacket midway through just so I could look at the rest of the pictures. I am pretty sure if I ever visited Alaska, the car in the ditch would signify my trip. Looks like you had an awesome time.
* Warm boots change everything
* There is always a car in a ditch
* Sleds will always slow down and stop
Sounds a bit like northern Maine. Except Alaska is way more beautiful.
Awesome pics, by the way