Anchorage Street Market

We went to the 20-320 Restaurant on the campus at McKinley Wilderness Lodge for a huge stack of Blueberry pancakes that were wonderfully delicious. Then we met with Mike and Chris Wrinkle and David and Carol Friedman to take the bus to Whittier and the Coral Princess. Our bus driver was a woman from Palm Springs named Samantha. Glenda was impressed that she sang "the Beaver Song," a ditty she had learned to teach her small children whee she was a schoolteacher. We stopped in Anchorage where we had about two hours free. We went to the open-air Saturday Market. Glenda replaced her earmuffs. Temperatures rose into the seventies (Fahrenheit). I told her a whale had stolen those she lost and was now wearing them in Hawaii. We walked west, past the Hotel Captain Cook to the monument erected in memory of the great explorer. We had a snack at Starbuck's with Joan and her ninety-year-old mother Jean, still traveling like a pro.Okumaya devam et