Alaska's Wilderness Place Lodge Anchorage

... to adventure and trouble. I mean you can encounter wild animals, get lost, find complete quiet, and get yourself into trouble if you get dumb. I find in my travels, that no matter how fascinating the art, the history, the beauty of the rural areas, the congeniality of the people, I need to get home to be where I can't control everything, people are few, and the land is wild and clean. <br><br>Visitors tell me that we're still friendly people here. I notice it when I return ...

... catch. The glaciers were awesome and as a whole breathtaking beauty all around.<br><br>On arriving at Whittier we went through the Anton Anderson Memorial Tunnel which is 2.5 miles long and at the other end we popped out at Portage Lake where we had lunch and we were in luck and had another clear view of the glaciers although we had loads of knats hanging around.<br><br>Along the Turnagain Arm we looked out for the Beluga Whales and guess what ...

... is really excellent. The lady in the visitor center served in the military and volunteers here during the summer. <br><br><br><br><br> Drove the 14 miles into Talkeetna; parked in a church parking lot. Don&#8217;t drive into the town if you have a large RV. Nagley&#8217;s General Store is an old-time place and has all kinds of ...

... beds. Due to the time difference (4 hrs!) we were up early and headed out to Denali. Our first stop along the way was Talkeetna where we got some great views of the Alaskan Range, but nothing compared to what we would see the next day at the park!

... Yet there is something unnerving about being tossed about like a disposable toy in the careless hands of nature. By this point in time we've been riding the storm so long that it seems we're getting quite good at being able to foresee the roughest waves roll up alongside the boat and then know, in advance, we'll be tossed down onto the Ocean. As the Ocean beside the boat dips cavernously, we realise that we're now being pushed up on a wave, again. This foresight gives us no relief ...

... didn't try to touch it! People here aren't thrilled about them because like your neighbors' dogs they leave a large stack of calling cards. Their remains are reported to be good fertilizer and they show up in many forms as souvenirs. Don't worry I won't be bringing any home although two of the male consultants presented me with a pair of moose scat earrings as a get well present. Don't ask. The Iditarod is still the hot item in town. The enthusiasm of the Alaskans and the dogs is ...

... the<br>highlight of our trip, there many animals here to see in their natural<br>habitat (not like a zoo) and all the proceeds from the admission ticket<br>and gift shop purchases go to taking care of them. I even got to feed a<br>deer. My alaska trip was amazing and I look forward to the day that I<br>can revisit this beautiful state of wilderness.

... woo-hoo! We'll see how they work.. they claim that real travelers only need one or two pairs. Hmph... we'll see. I will still make another trip to REI for various other things such as first aid kit supplies and possibly a water filter. I'm trying to hold off because I know that some of these things I can get for much cheaper in Bangkok (i.e. mosquito net). Next up: buy a digital camera. No small cost, but I think this will work better for this trip.

... war change their ways peace rules the earth, Nekatla will return. Then Susitna, the Sleeping Lady, will awake. " Back at the hotel, I'm actually staying in my room and I have no roommate! =( it's not too bad I guess, but I'd rather have someone. At least I don't have to wait or share the shower and bathroom! Tonight we're going to dinner....be back! Oh! Ken and celiea are actually getting married the weekend the tour is over. Today they picked up their marriage certificate! =)

Now I tell the story of how I got a step-mom... I was 4 and Nicolas was 5. My Dad still had no wife. But since it was Christmas, my Dad felt like he found God's angel wanting to help, and now that angel is my mom. Her name is now Mrs. Barren-Peterson. She is only a year younger than my dad, but she was still good then ...