Can. Not. Wait.
The only stinky thing is that we don't fly out of SLC until 9pm, arriving in Anchorage at 2:30am. (So, you know, 4:30am UT time. Which will be a normal Friday night for GH but not so much for me.) Also? If the TSA people try to take my knitting needles, you watch this space, because there will surely be a blog post on the way entitled "That one time I froke completely out at the airport and got arrested and would totally do it again because there was a principle involved."
My poor parents have to drive out to the airport to pick us up. But it's always such a great moment, though, coming down the escalator to see them standing at the bottom next to the huge stuffed polar bear that greets visitors. (Welcome to Alaska. Try not to get eaten.)
Our itinerary includes the following delights:
Much sleeping in
Much knitting
No working
Steak Night
Seafood Feast Night, wherein there will be lobster and king crab legs, courtesy of my awesome dad and the good people at Costco
Seward Day, including an afternoon wildlife & glacier cruise in Resurrection Bay and dinner at Ray's
Temple night at the Anchorage Temple
Walks along the bike path with Gabby the Sheltie, whom my mother is able to manage NOT to bring into the library with her.
In case I'm too busy sleeping and stuffing myself with shellfish to blog right away, I've included some previous Alaskan adventures of mine here:
Why I'm not a true Alaskan
Only in Alaska
July 2005 visit
That time when I lived there in September 2006
And still in October 2006
And then in November 2006 it started looking like this and I decided I was done.
July 2008 visit
(cruise image found here)
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