Friday June 10th Day 8 (Part 3) – Chicken, Alaska

The road from the border to Chicken was rough and when we arrived to “Chicken Community”, the Vue was a lovely shade of poopy tan. We went in to the office/store/gas station that makes up the “community” of Chicken. Lindsay refused to go in to the store by herself… I think she was too chicken. Ha.The girls behind the desk were friendly and we got to talking. They are originally from South Dakota and spending their summers working here in Chicken. They had some sort of feathers in their hair and they said its not because they work in Chicken. I told them how the border officer asked if we were going to the coop and they laughed and said they should call their cabins that. They told us of the bluegrass festival happening down the road in the town of Chicken called Chicken Stock. There was also a sign out front that said “I got laid in Chicken Alaska”…with their Friday night activity called Chicken Stock either there’s little chance of that happening or it’s the only thing to do. We found a place to pitch our tent.. somewhat of a rock pile…and got to work. We made a pit stop at the bathrooms (aka fancy portapotties). They looked like coops and were called “Hens” and “Roosters” but the Roosters had to pee out back since apparently there was an “Aiming problem” during the winter and thus the bathrooms were out of commission. We were too lazy to cook…I swear setting up home is the hardest part of the day. The café was closed so there would be no purchasing chicken feed…sounds like were drinking chocolate milk for dinner. I could really go for some KFC right now. Or perhaps some nuggets. We’re LAYING in our tent, in the bright daylight (in Alaska time now so we’re 3 hours behind Chicago), and its raining again. We got mud everywhere. The parking lot looks like chicken shit. There are giant mosquitos. I don’t mind camping but this dampness has got to go. Sleeping in the rain is for the birds. I’d like to be baked or fried. Alright I’m done making stupid Chicken jokes. I wish we had a window in our coop so we could look at the sun setting..yep its 10 pm, and the sun is setting. Ah Alaska. In the distance we can hear the faint bluegrass music of Chicken Stock.