Anchorage
Somewhere over Alaska
Friday, June 9, 2006 . . . All strapped in and ready to go in Atlanta, we sat at the gate for an hour and a half before pushing back. We made up about an hour of it and landed in Anchorage about 9:15 p.m. We flew over snow-covered mountains for a long, long time before landing. That silver, red, and blue thing is the big engine of our Delta jet.
Anchorage Airport sports stuffed polar bears and record-shattering fish.
From our 11th floor window at the Hilton (tallest in Anchorage at 18 stories), 12.30 a.m. June 10. Shortly afterwards, Jeanette and J.E. arrive from Tampa.
Reindeer sausage for breakfast . . . yum.
Their usual downtown Saturday flea market.
J.E. & Jeanette try out
 the local head gear.
Tap dancers are a big crowd pleaser.
Last minute details before checking out of the hotel.
At Great Alaskan Holidays, J.E. and the luggage wait to board the RV.
"Trapper Creek is that way."