In actuality, it is hard to forget a place of such grandeur.
This was how we were greeted as we landed in Anchorage, it was ten o’clock at night. We thought we would have a hard time with it being so light, not when you realize where you are.
There had been a fire burning on the Kenai peninsula for a few days and our cab driver was quick to tell us that the smoke in the air was not normal. He assured us that we would be able to see things and that Alaska is generally clear all the time.
It did clear out for us as we got some rain which also helped the fire situation.
After checking into our hostel we had to go get some provisions at the local super Wall-mart, the only place open that time of day.
We spent the first few days taking in the museums and zoo, riding bikes and meeting people from all over.
One guy that made a great impression due to his enthusiasm for life was Rene from Austria.
That’s him prepping his motorbike for his journey from the northern most point of Alaska to Argentina. We ran across him at a turn out on the road to Seward as he had stopped to take a picture. He was breaking the bike in on some short jaunts before heading north and had spent the night camping in Seward. He had gotten rained on and was chilled but still very happy for his adventure (and to see us again). I gave him my contact information and am looking forward to hearing from him sometime. When he found out I was a pastor he hoped that he would not need my services in that capacity.
Our time in Seward was good. The Sea Life Museum is amazing, a must see. Our kayak adventure couldn’t have been better. Even though we had light rain, the water was pristine and I did get to see a bald eagle in flight. I just didn’t have my camera out as I was paddling.
Our hostel in Seward was a bit…let’s just say…aged. It was a place to lay our heads at night and served its purpose, but if we return to Seward, we will try the other hostel available.
It’s been two weeks since we returned from Alaska, but the memories of our time there will last for years to come. It is a place I will return to, God willing. I have to experience more of it…and yes, without socks!