Today was another typical maintenance day at the KGL, except now the bible pounding, under-aged married, condescending guy who was the fulltime maintenance man is gone and it’s just me doing the menial labor. One would think the cut in staff by half would double my workload, but in actuality there’s no change and I just scoot around on the King Quad burning trash and sweeping porches that instantly become re-dirty themselves. It’s an excellent job.
At 5:30, our contingency ran the wagon road to the museum in McCarthy while Paul followed on his bike. I took a handicapped start and got to cruise down the rocky path, catching the Cyrs about a mile before the museum without any bear problems.
The museum hasn’t changed since I visited in 2006 and it’s quite good for the free admission costs. Tomorrow’s the last day of the museum’s season and it’s a good thing we were able to visit before it closed up.
Running behind schedule to make it back in time for dinner, I hammered back to the lodge to make sure food was saved for the rest of the crew. After taking a hasty shower, I made it to the staff dining room as dinner was served and the Cyrs returned. After finishing a meal that left something to be desired, Paul and I took off to poach the Machine Shop. We successfully explored the amazing quantity of mechanical oddities left behind in1936 but unsuccessfully gained access to the building’s interior. Two years ago the building’s decrepit condition left ample access points through holes in the walls, but now the Park Service has repaired the walls and locked doors that were once free to open.
Not to be defeated, we plan to return later in the week to find some entry point that was overlooked or under-repaired.
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