Anticipation

The road to Fairbanks the next day was almost entirely uneventful. The weather was mild and the road a short one. You could see snow-covered peaks in the distance, but down in the floodplain it was warm. F-16s were playing in the azure sky when we passed Eielson Air Force Base, skipping like porpoises over the the road in the clear air.

We met with the rest of our band later that evening. My Uncle, Scott, and Biju had flown in to Anchorage, rented some mean beamers and burned asphalt up to Fairbanks to join us on our Arctic Circle run.

We ate at the Pump House for dinner, which is supposed to be an awesome restaurant, but they were packed so we got stuck at the bar with a limited menu. Not bad really, but better the next day when we got to eat in the dining room.