The only way to see Alaska

Day 3 (written on Day 4 for reasons you will find out while reading on)

When last I left you hanging we had landed in Valdez and were overnighting there. We woke up to a wonderful morning with a brisk walk with the Tollers followed by a wonderful driving tour from Valdez back to Anchorage.

Wonderful sights were seen. A stop for Brunch (you know that meal between breakfast and Lunch) in Copper Basin. Where we learned that it is not a good thing to give coffee to already over stimulated Tollers.

Matt was a wonderful guide having driven the are numerous times before and actually knew much of the surroundings. So while he is capable of saying what a particular mountain's name is I would have just called it a mountain.

Having caffeine stimulated Tollers required a pit stop to let them do some tolling. At which time our happy travelers went crazy taking pictures. Of course Sheila and Roger were intently taking pictures of one particular spot so I went over to do the same only to discover that they were just taking pictures of the trees. I figured with that intensity of picture taking there must have been a Rabbit or squirrel or something of interest but nope just a bunch of trees.

Next the adventurers decided to walk a couple hundred yards up the road to where a stream was to take pictures. Of course on the Glen Highway in the winter time there are very few cars but as we were trudging up the road a whole herd of cars came at us. I immediatly sprung into action and put Sheila at the front of the group. Figuring that they would either not hit a girl or if they did she had enough layers of clothes on that she could pad the impact for the Roger and I. So we got our pictures and made it back to the car.

Matt pointed out this glacier and that mountain and this lake and that river etc... Wonderful guide. Rebbecca and I were in the back seat taking it in and having wonderful conversations about all sorts of things.

Then coming into Palmer, which is about 30 miles north of Anchorage. Matt decided that we needed to treat Sheila and Roger to truly Alaskan experience. Fred Meyers. It is sort of a Target/Wal-mart/K-Mart type place, but all Alaskan owned. And of course they had a liquor store so Ray felt so much better.

After a wonderful last few miles drive back to Anchorage we arrived at Chateau Pauli where we quickly jumped into our dinner attire and sank in for an evening of wonderful relaxation.

Of course I am writing this post the day after it happened because as is often the case Ray got more relaxed then the others.