The Alaska Rail Road is an utterly remarkable experience. It cuts through the most rugged territory in North America and still, there is scarcely a ten-mile stretch in which we did not see a cabin tucked into some hillside with it's own million dollar view. It was the best 12 hours I've nearly ever spent... if I could think of something that comes in above it, I'd say so.
We arrived in Anchorage just in time for some fresh caught salmon and crab and thirty minutes of souveniring. Our hotel was a fiasco in a variety of ways - all resolved now and fading fast in the distance as we are ensconced in our last lodging, Bud & Carol's B&B in Girdwood. Oh my goodness, this place is perfect for weary travelers and for energetic explorers - both of which we a little bit are.
I've posted up some more of Noah's fabulous pictures above. Be sure to click on them to enlarge and get a peek at the majestic scenes we devoured with glee yesterday. (You've figured out we've run about two days behind in posting up good pictures. Once we settle back in at home, we'll put together a better album of all photos to share and enjoy.)
Our persistent conversation after going this long and this far into Alaska is when do we move up here and what shall we do to earn our cabin on the hills over-looking salmon-laden streams, moose-parading meadows, beaver-engineered lagoons, and eagle-soaring skies. I'm sure we'll think of something.
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