In 1979, I drove over Hatcher Pass in a VW station wagon with the intention of visiting some friends who were "homesteading" in Trapper Creek. I took a side trip up the Spur and found dogs sleeping in the middle of main street. I ate at the the Roadhouse. I had been warned earlier not to ask for a cheeseburger - or I'd get yelled at - but to ask what they had. And it was good. I was in Talkeetna last 4th of July. No dogs sleeping in the middle of the street, for sure. Boutique food, boutique prices... choking crowds.