Hungarian mushroom soup

At Vagabond Blues Cafe in Palmer.

We rode a few miles on the motorcycles and found T-shirts at Denali Harley-Davidson, then met up with the family at the weekly farmer's market/ craft fair.

A young lady from Ecuador replaced my aging woven bracelet with its match, we listened to a good guitarist, and I found a book on kayaking in Prince William Sound.

The Hungarian mushroom soup was a must do...

Andrew and I discussed taxation and economic policy over lunch.

It's been a great Alaskan vacation but alas all good things must come to an end.