The Mystery on Alaska's Iditarod Trail

“Well, I’m sure they’re used to it,” Papa said.
“<strong>The</strong>y really don’t have a choice.”
“In the summertime, the sun barely even
goes down,” Mimi said.
Wow! Now that would be great fun, Christina
thought. She wished that they had come in the
summer. It would be really cool to have daylight for
almost twenty-four hours. You could play outside all
night long. On second thought, then they’d miss the
Iditarod.
“Yes, wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to
fish or play golf until three o’clock in the morning?”
Papa said.
<strong>The</strong> kids laughed in agreement, but Mimi
rolled her eyes.
<strong>The</strong>y walked and walked until finally Mimi
saw a restaurant and said, “Hey, here’s a place to
eat. Let’s go inside and get a bite.” Papa held open
the heavy wooden door while the weary travelers
ventured inside.
<strong>The</strong> hostess sat them in a booth by the
window with a view of the parking lot.
“Boy, this isn’t really what I thought Alaska
would look like.” Grant said, his head hung low.
“Oh, just you wait, Grant” Mimi assured him.
“Anchorage is a city, just like any other big city in
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