It’s summertime in Alaska, but don’t be so quick to grab your bikini. With a sun that sets at 10pm and rises at 4am, this historical town is all about mountainous adventures, wildlife, local reenactments, and slowing down the pace to appreciate this magnificent planet for all that it is. Swipe to see the view from my seat aboard the train that runs along the Klondike Gold Rush trail that was booming when the buffalo soldiers trekked in hopes of a new prosperous future.
As promised in my last post; there is a story. Shortly after I ordered at Gwen & Franny's an older lady came over and asked if I would like to join her and her husband at their table. I politely said I didn't want to oppose, but she insisted so I accepted. Debby and Phillip were southerners by birth and after living in Atlanta for several decades had retired to around Tallahassee, Florida. Phillip had served in the Navy as a Radar Operator, then got out to reenlist into the Marine Corps. He didn't tell me what he did in the USMC, but I was thankful for his service no matter what. We intersected at Gwen & Franny's as they were headed home from a trip of some kind. After a nice lunch of talking about the finer points of why Debby found motorcycles to be too dangerous, they surprisingly paid for my meal. After many "thanks" and "you didn't need to do all that" comments from me we exchanged safe travels to each other. After getting in their truck, however, Debby got back out and handed me a peach out of their bag they had picked on their travels through Georgia. Much appreciative, a thought came to me as they pull away; what the hell am I going to do with this now? I was too full to eat it, I have no bags on my minimalistic style of bike; what to do? Luckily it fit in the right chest pocket of my Motorwolf LOBO vest. So...there I am...making multiple stops at Harley dealers, and even stopping for ice cream at Cold Stones (fuck you, it was hot. Dont judge me 😂) with a damn peach in my pocket. That peach rode in my pocket at "70" mph for 130+ miles. I bet you've never done that. 😂
I rode 130 miles north and found myself in need of food so I pulled into Hardeeville, SC and found this spot. It was tiny with an unassuming sign and cars in the parking lot; my kind of joint. After living in Hawaii for almost 5 years I was in need of some mom & pop style down home cooking (that I didn't have to make myself). I had the 2 piece (dark meat; leg and thigh), macaroni and cheese, collard greens, and cornbread. The cornbread (served muffin style) was good, and the collards were hearty with plenty of pork. The chicken was cooked to an EXCELLENT crispiness, but I was slightly disappointed in the amount of seasoning. That is nothing a little hot sauce on the table wouldn't have cured, but to my disappointment there wasn't any. The macaroni and cheese, however, was amazing! It was all definitely good great enough for me to go back if I ever find myself in the area. Plus, there is a story attached to my stop, but you'll have to check out my next post for that.