Here in Alaska, even the local watering hole is F-F-F-FROZEN!!!
And this little beveled gem is my new favorite local(ish) bar. As a matter of fact, if they had an open mic night, you know what I’d do? I’d get right up on the ice box and strangely whisper this little beatnik poem of a poem right into the mic. Right into it, totally in a “So I Married An Ax Murderer” kinda way. Dim the lights please:
Icy Ice Ice Bar.
60 miles via car.
A lit.tle too far.
You stole my gas. (and my heart).
(Hard to believe I wrote that. But, yes, and alas, it was me, Alaskalongfellow.)
And now back to the ice bar. Ice Bar, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways:
I love crossing off My AK Bucket List items! Especially when it ends up being something I want to experience again and again.
I love you Chena Hot Springs Ice Bar. See you again! (And next time I’m bringing a ‘Tini Glass take-home-transporter-contraption, like a cooler maybe. I just realized, for the 587 thousandth time, that I am SUCH a dork).
Party on Ice,
AlaskarellaLongfellow (remember the Poem?)