Rob and I flew in to Anchorage on Saturday morning after taking a pre-dawn taxi to San Francisco airport. Seth and Amy landed a few hours later and we were all picked up in an ancient blue van by the RV company. While the others spent that unavoidably long paperwork-signing hour with the RV man, I took an embarrassingly-public catnap in a pleather recliner. Finally, the adventure began! We walked down to the center of Anchorage to explore. The Saturday street market was just closing up but the reindeer sausage stands were still going strong.
Humpy's Alehouse for drinks and dessert. The famous berry cobbler was good, the whiskey bread pudding was divine.
Anchorage Museum with nicely done exhibits on plastic in the oceans, landscape and native arts.
Quilted Raven store full of Alaskan-themed fabrics, hand-dyed yarns, elk horn buttons and other trimmings. I'm not a quilter or a knitter, but was very tempted to learn both.
Sullivan's Steakhouse. We had a big meal with a good bottle of wine and hilarious stories of San Francisco in the 1950's and traveling through Tangiers. Seth and Amy raved about their dinner with reindeer pizza and local beer at Glacier Brewhouse. After dinner, we left Anchorage and drove North toward Denali, stopping in Montana Creek for the...I was going to say night, but is it really night when the sun is out at 11pm?