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Awwww. Little Trig dressed up as Santa. Enchanting.
Governor Palin and family were on hand to greet the record amount of visitors to the Governor's Mansion, in Juneau, yesterday. Over 3300 people braved awful icy conditions for the open house.
One lady was not a local resident, either. She came all the way from where commenter Bekah lives, in Virginia, just to be able to meet her political heroine.
Denise Spencer flew north from Yorktown, Va., for the open house and the chance to meet Palin.
"I said, ’OK, this is what I want for Christmas,’" she said. She’s also considering moving here.
Palin, she said, inspired her to become involved with politics again and she volunteered for the McCain-Palin ticket.
"She’s straightforward — what you see is what you get," Spencer said.
I wouldn't live there, but ever since I heard about the moose stews, the interminable snow machine references, and the caribou cookouts, I tell you, I'm considering taking a trip up there -- something inconceivable for this inveterate city girl a mere year ago.
But I have always wanted to see America as she was over 100 years ago: especially the kind of people who lived at the time. It's not in some tourist trap "wild west" town in Colorado or inside the waxy confines of a museum where that can be found.
It's in Alaska.
ADDED: That is a mountain of a man extending his hand for Palin to shake. He looks like a rather festive polar bear. Maybe Palin can pin him on her hideous Senior Yearbook Photo blue suede outfit instead of that usual pin.