At this point, I have no idea how many times I've passed the road to Crow Creek Mine on my way into Girdwood. That, or gone just a few hundred yards in to grab a bite to eat at Maxine's. But, dive three miles back and you'll arrive at a gold mine that's over a century old.
People still pan there, though the mine itself has been out of operation since WWII. A handful of the original buildings have been preserved, still holding their original rusted pots and pans, tools, and decorations. There's an strong contrast of old and new that gives the area a very classic Alaskan feel.
We attended a wedding out at the mine this weekend. The groom and many of his friends are extraordinarily talented bluegrass musicians. There were hired photographers for the wedding itself, so I tried as much as possible to stay out of their way and just enjoy the scene. So, no real wedding images here, except a few of the musicians and our buddy Jude at the reception.
Also, somebody handed Kelly a sparkler right as it died. Disappointment sets in...
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