About 30 miles north of Wasilla is a little spot on Willow Creek that is enchanted.
They say that “when the cottonwood trees blow, the ‘king’ start running.” As we pulled into Willow RV resort, it looked like a summer snow flurry with all the cottonwood fluff floating on the breeze. Apparently the King Salmon should be headed up Willow creek any day. While we haven’t seen any of the salmon, the yard was full of …bunnies! Every size and color just hanging out, munching on the beautiful soft green lawn in front of the stone and wooden lodge. After talking with the owners, we discovered the bunnies had come from an original pair about 12 years ago, there had been as many as 80 at one time, but now there were around 40 to 50 of them with free range of the RV park. As an added bonus, the pen in the back had three alpacas and a mama goat. The front porch hosted “Baxter” the bulldog, and a sweet-natured cat that were regulars. Needless, to say the girls loved it.
They say that “when the cottonwood trees blow, the ‘king’ start running.” As we pulled into Willow RV resort, it looked like a summer snow flurry with all the cottonwood fluff floating on the breeze. Apparently the King Salmon should be headed up Willow creek any day. While we haven’t seen any of the salmon, the yard was full of …bunnies! Every size and color just hanging out, munching on the beautiful soft green lawn in front of the stone and wooden lodge. After talking with the owners, we discovered the bunnies had come from an original pair about 12 years ago, there had been as many as 80 at one time, but now there were around 40 to 50 of them with free range of the RV park. As an added bonus, the pen in the back had three alpacas and a mama goat. The front porch hosted “Baxter” the bulldog, and a sweet-natured cat that were regulars. Needless, to say the girls loved it.
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