Chicken boasts a summer population of maybe 25 and a winter count of 3 to 5 who make it through the long nights and cold temps when the road closes in the fall. Ski equipped planes can reach them bringing in the U.S. mail and other supplies two days a week but other than that they are on their own to enjoy the Aurora Borealis all by themselves. The town's name came about because the early gold miners couldn't spell the original name of Ptarmigan. Ptarmigan are also referred to up here as chicken, thus the name. The Willow Ptarmigan is officially the Alaska State Bird and apparently filled many a hungry miner's cook pot.
Yes, that is a Moose strolling by... good moose. |
There is still active gold mining going on and some cater to the discriminating tourist who wants to spend the day recreating the life of a '49er during the gold rush. We chatted with some folks who actually came out with some impressive vials of gold and unlike our gold panning in Fairbanks the gold was truly earned the hard way by washing down a slope with high pressure water, shoveling the rocks into rockers, and then panning for the elusive flakes and nuggets.
The road out of Chicken to Dawson is pretty challenging according to those coming in that way so the plan is to leave early and take it slow.
The inevitable gift shops have all sorts of items playing on the town's name. There are shirts with chick's breaking out of shells proclaiming "I got laid in Chicken, AK" as well as 'University of
Chicken' sweatshirts proclaiming a "Grade A education with the team nickname - the Packers- emblazoned on the back. You get the idea...
One of the ladies we met, Cheryl, was from Pennsylvania. She was in Chicken for the day having driven up from Tok where she had moved, bought land, built a house, and was now living, as so many are up here, off the grid. Her husband, more a fan of creature comforts, had elected to stay put back in PA which seemed OK with Cheryl.
Several blogs ago I had mentioned meeting Greg and Pablo the dog who were hoofing and pawing it from Prudhoe Bay to Austin, Texas. When we took the turn to Chicken off the Alaska Highway there they were still plodding their way south and east. Actually Pablo, perhaps the smarter of the two, was still contentedly riding in style in the trailer although I suspect he does periodically get out for a potty or num num break...
So 160 miles = 2 hours on an interstate, and 7 hours if you're on Top of the World Highway.........doable but hard to fathom...........
ReplyDeleteJust for curiosity, what did it cost per night in the Chicken gold Camp (per night)?
And what did the chicken (ptarmigan) taste like....let me guess...chicken, right?
Camping in Chicken was 15 clucks, ugh, I mean bucks which wasn't to bad. The Ptarmigan tasted like Moose with a slight chicken aftertaste though hard to discern for this undiscriminating palate...
DeleteCamping in Chicken was 15 clucks, ugh, I mean bucks which wasn't to bad. The Ptarmigan tasted like Moose with a slight chicken aftertaste though hard to discern for this undiscriminating palate...
DeleteLoved it here and will return for more!!
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