Alaska is bitterly, sub-freezingly COLD during the wintertime, but I didn’t expect to see an igloo in August. Yet there it sat, at the back of a large graveled parking area a short distance north of Anchorage (up there, forty miles is a short distance). As it has been for most of its existence, dating to the beginning of construction in the 1970s, the unfinished hotel is for sale. That’s right, hotel. I’m betting the small combined Laundry/Groceries/Showers building next to it is also on the block. A bit of online research revealed the Igloo to be a popular stop for photographers and other curious folk driving between Anchorage and Fairbanks, even if it’s a bit sad no one got to stay there.
Listening For Thunder 