Spending Thursday night at Billie’s Backpacker Hostel in Fairbanks.
Pulled in around 8 p.m.
Don’t ask me how I found it…. Billie is a white-haired woman in her 70s. No shoes allowed beyond the front door and no talking upstairs. My bed is a futon in a room with two bunk beds. The windows are open so there’s a breeze…and I’m tired. For $30, I’ll take it.
Once in Fairbanks, I tried to get my bearings. Good thing it says light past midnight…but you could tell the streets were being rolled up because traffic was sparse. It took a lot of networking before I stumbled upon Billie’s Backpacker’s Hotel.
Billie had been running her Hostel since the 1970’s.
It was homey and clean, and she ran a tight ship.
“Shoes off at the door, and no talking upstairs where people are sleeping –
not even during the day,” she said.
Kitchen area.
Living Room
Flowers outside Billie’s Hostel
