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Despite being a major Seaplane city, I was slack and landed at Anchorage International, so I could easily grab a courtesy car and go work on my clearances... Really need either a yes from Russia, or permission from the U.S. Air Force to land at Eareckson air station ...
... there, but we were tapped out (especially Cole, who persevered through a few tumbles and bleeding knees and elbows) so we turned around and did the 10 miles back. After returning the bikes we walked around downtown a bit more, just soaking it all in and then headed back to Bill and Charlyne's. All the kids and their spouses (and our two new grand nieces were there). Quinn and Cole were in heaven playing with their older cousins, Steve and Bill ...
... the kind we saw in Denali. They lounge in the mud and amble up the side of a hill, the rain seeming to not bother them as the rain drops wash off their bushy fur coats. The Wood Bison are smaller than the Plains Bison, but not by much. They have shed their winter coats and look shaggy munching on grass, completely unconcerned with the freezing wind that blasts our faces like frost bite. It's too darn cold to get out of the car as we pass the Caribou, besides we saw so many in the ...
We left from the bank and paddled down river. We started
gaining speed when we got to the rapids. We hit a submerged rock and fell out.
As we jumped in the boat we regained speed, al of use where wet and cold but we
pushed though as a team.
Just before we got to the end the instructor call water fall
so we paddled harder, the drop came fast and before we know it we lunged out ...
... gallery in Anchorage. They're are so many, I'm obsessed with the beautiful photography and native pieces. I also stopped at a few gift shops. I don't need a real fur parka do I? At least that's what I keep telling myself as I drag myself away from the beautiful fur galleries on the street. Lunch at Red Robin was exactly what I expected, which is why we went there. Before that I may have gotten a Pizza Hut personal pan as an appetizer..just for old times ...