07/14 -07/15 Located 77 miles northeast of Tok down a bumpy gravel road. Why go to Chicken? cause it’s finger lickin good!? Naw, just because it was a funky name for a funky place. We found out that the folks named it this because no one could spell Ptarmigan, which is the state bird of Alaska, so they just decided to call it Chicken. It is an old gold mining camp and has displays of lots of mining equipment and historic cabins. There is still some mining going on outside of town but it is primarily set up just for tourists and offers an opportunity to pan for gold and tour the historic buildings along with hosting the annual Chickenstock festival that we missed by a few weeks. We passed on the panning but did stay the night in Chicken, hiked out to the river, took a walk around the town, perused the gift shops, and took lots of touristy pics. Watch out for the attack chickens!
Living the Dream 