Back Down to the Lower 48

We got up this morning and walked a block over to the White Spot Cafe, which we found our first morning here in Anchorage. I had a huge and delicious reindeer sausage hash covered with sausage gravy and top with two eggs, plus two slices of toast with apple butter on the side 😋.

After we rolled out of that great little place, we took a drive down Turnagain Arm to try to catch a glimpse of the Beluga whales. No sightings, but it was a glorious day to spend in the sun on the coast.

Back in the city, a short walk took us around Earthquake Park. To summarize, on Good Friday, 27 March 1964, a 9.2 earthquake began 80 miles east of Anchorage and lasted over 4 minutes displacing over 100,000 square miles of land and seabed.

One of the signs in the park said the Lake Hood Seaplane Base had the most float plane take offs and landings in the nation. Since it was literally across the street, we took a short self-guided tour of the lake and watched several planes come and go in a matter of just a few minutes. Cool.

After that we had to turn in the rental car. We walked the couple of blocks back to the hotel where we had left our bags, then caught the shuttle to the airport.

We just finished a late dinner and ate getting ready to board our flight back down to the Lower 48.

Alaska is truly the Last Frontier, and despite not having a motorcycle for the rally, I'm very glad we came up here. Maybe next time I'll ride up 🤣🤔.

✌️Les mer