Happy Valley Bar & Cafe

Ninilchik... local cronies with 2 inch long nails (males), shot guns in their rusty pickup trucks, and loads of empty moose drool bottles in the back of their truck. And big knives in their pockets just in case they feel like catching a salmon with their bare hands. Oh yes, this is Ninilchik. Land of people legally named, "Finely A Boy." I doubt he has internet, but, I'm giving you a shout out, Finely!

Happy Valley Bar & Cafe is the one bar in town....and pitchers of Alaskan Amber on a Summer Solstice night. When Heather D. (a fellow 6 footer) and I walk in, the local folk think we are divas just because we don't eat 2 sticks of butter a day like everyone else. No no, we're just here with some fishermen scientists we befriended and trying to do what people do on a Friday night do. Go out.

So there you have it. It's a place to drink pitchers and pitchers of Alaska Amber as you sit outside on a rather warm 60 degree summer evening. Wear jeans, and you are way over dressed. Wear hammer pants, and you are in like Flynt.

Prepare to get doused with salmon blood on the way home, which happened to us when the neighbor cronie decided to stick his hand in the creek and kill a salmon with his bare hands plus jack knife and then proceeded to make me carry it home. Let the good times roll!