We began the day checking out the Interlaken Resort. We climbed up to the copula of the Dexter Cabin, and we walked the grounds and peered into the other buildings. The Dexter Cabin is the most restored of the buildings and is open for visitors.
We started out on bridle trail terrain, and then we came to a wide, fast-moving, and deep river. We were just a stone’s throw from the Twin Lakes General Store and our mail drop pick-up point. This was frustrating; we now had to backtrack 12 miles around the lake in order to reach the combination store and post office. At least it was a pleasant ride.
On the very far side, just before we crossed an earthen dam, we passed two women who were leading a fully-loaded pack pony and a horse. I wanted to talk with them, but a poorly-timed clap of thunder sent us all on our way. We set up camp by the lake, across from where we’d camped last night. We’d been spoiled the previous night, this site was brushy and lacking a grazing meadow. It began pouring, which made me feel even more dour. After all, this was Pete and my unofficial wedding anniversary. We’d met in Denali National Park twenty-five years before on July 5th. He was traveling by car and I was traveling by bicycle.
All along on this trip, change had been a given. Once again, this statement was a truism. A man appeared out of the fog as I was setting up the tent, and offered to let us stay in the cabin a couple of hundred yards away. And so we spent the rest of the evening socializing with Larry and Rodney, both of whom were working on the Interlaken Resort restoration project. This was the first time that we’d slept inside since leaving Andrea’s place in southern Colorado. All night, I listened to the sound of rain outside the bunkhouse window.
View from copula on Dexter Cabin
Interior of Dexter Cabin--the floor is alternating oak and walnut