We had planned to search for more letterboxes around Anchorage on Wednesday but instead decided to take a drive down the Seward Highway and get away from the city, as attractive as it is. Letterboxes were still to be had on the scenic drive.
|SEWARD HIGHWAY NEAR BIRD CREEK|
|MCHUGH CREEK FALLS|
|AN ALPINE SETTING IN ALASKA|
|CROW CREEK ROAD SCENE|
|LETTERBOX HIDDEN HERE|
Thursday's flight home was uneventful save one experience we had never dreamed possible. We've been through the Seattle airport a half dozen times this year, and most have involved hustling from one concourse to another, screeching to a halt at the departure gate just as boarding began. In fact, Seatac ranks high on the list of American airports with the longest hikes between gates, their lengthiest being almost three-quarters of a mile. Incredibly, our flight from Anchorage arrived at the same gate as our flight to Atlanta departed (same equipment, different flight number and crew). Now B7 is our code word for a stroke of good luck.
Upon reflection, our Alaska adventure was all we hoped it would be. Yes, hindsight would dictate some changes were we to do it over—skip Wrangell and the rail trip and spend time in the Kenai Peninsula. The highlight of the trip by far was the brief time we spent in Barrow. Particularly after our visit to the tragic city of Iqaluit in Nunavut, it was heart-warming to see the Iñupiat so successful at self-governance in a western context.
We're no longer intimidated by the Alaska Highway and may one day take the drive up through BC and Yukon. Certainly we want to return to the area south of Anchorage. And we heard from some Kansas chick that there's no place like Nome.
WEDNESDAY, 28 SEPTEMBER & THURSDAY, 29 SEPTEMBER, 2016