Tok - Part 2

Stopped at this really gorgeous lake on the way to Tok.  Two guys about 20 yards from where I parked were rigging their fishing poles to fish.   One wore a Boston Red Sox cap; the other (George Riley) wore a Maine Poacher cap. Red Sox ambled quickly away from his partner and started fishing.  George came over to visit.  Sometimes folks are too happy to see someone new.   He and his bud (never got a chance to get his name) are from Maine but live in Fairbanks.   They love it here so we talked for awhile about the lifestyle.   Then I mentioned the Red Sox.   Whoa, Nellie!   For the next 15 minutes I listened non-stop to statistics of nearly every current Red Sox player, why changing managers was a huge mistake, blah, blah, blah.   Now I don't mind talking sports, but - for me - baseball is just one step more appealing than ???. Totally boring.   I can understand that it's called a "sport" but it certainly isn't what I would consider "athletic".  Just my opinion which isn't worth much.   But consequently, I have little more than a paragraph or two to share on that sport and I'm done.  So I soon left George standing on the banks of the lake still verbally going on and on about his beloved Red Sox.  I understand why his buddy walked far away to fish.  Even their dog beat a hasty exit and went with the other guy.  LOL.  I wanted to ask George about his "Maine Poacher" cap, but that question got lost among his prattle on RBI's and ERA's.    I'm onward to Tok, George, God luv ya...   

The road to Tok is the Alaska Highway.   The Beatles sang about a "long and winding road".   The Alaska Highway is a looooong and lonely and deserted road.   I was happy to finally pull into Tok, a village primarily clustered around a single intersection in the Alaska Hwy.

I proceeded to Tok Visitor's Center around 1 p.m. and spent the next 30 minutes chatting with Madge.  She's originally from Chicago, but she and her hubby have been up here for 35 years.  They winter in Everglades City (?),  Florida "...because it's really warm and close to the water for fishing, but it's very small and not as populated as other Florida cities.  We prefer to live away from the high-population cities that line most of the Florida coasts.  Too many people."  From her description of aversion to people, I had visions of them in a one-room, run-down shack sitting back amid the swamplands.   She was a super nice lady, though, and I enjoyed talking to her.    

Tomorrow...Tok's RV Village.  But now?   Reading and then "light's out".