Kennecott

We ended up in Kennecott because a lady in Homer mentioned it to us once, she said we’d probably like Kennecott and McCarthy, but didn’t really elaborate too much. We weren’t really sure why we were going there: It was quite out-of-the-way It was down a dirt road, that as a former railway track had a bit of a reputation for shredding tyres A bit of reading informed us that we couldn’t actually drive all the way there and would have to park the car 5 miles away, just outside McCarthy and walk or catch a shuttle We started the […]