Twist. Turn. Climb. Dip. As Fairbanks grows into a faint twinkle in the rear view mirror, treasures await ahead. The streets offer hints: Goldstream, Gold Bearing, Goldpoke, Gold Vein. There’s gold in them hills which means we’ve reached the mining community of Fox, AK (pop. 353).
Just past the intersection of “where the hell are we?” and “I guess we should just keep going” lies Fox’s best stab at a downtown: the storied Turtle Club restaurant, the biker dive Howling Dog Saloon (transplanted from Ester) and Silver Gulch, “America’s Most Northern Brewery.” It’s on this road that I find the row of abandoned Alaska rail cars that gave me this photograph.
Fox, AK
Winter 2011