Yesterday we camped at Anchorage. It rained all night and most of the ride here this morning. The clouds and fog blocked much of the scenery. Even so it was a pleasant if cold ride. Just how cold is a well digger's butt, anyway? Who determines these things?
Seward is a nice little town that seems prosperous compared to some of what I have passed. In fact, there are some impressive houses here. There are quite a few pleasure craft in the harbor mixed in with the working boats. Some may qualify as yachts.
There is really only one road into town. As we rode into Anchorage yesterday the traffic became heavy. The number of Mobile McMansions was significant. Getting one of those monstrosities up here is no inexpensive operation. Don't tell me there is no life in the American economy. That much money came from somewhere. The hotels in Anchorage were all full yesterday. The average price was about $200 a night. I checked.
The campground at Centennial Park was damp and had a pestiferous bear. Fred gassed it twice and it seemed mildly annoyed. It finally left us alone but I slept with bear spray at the ready. It came back this morning and raided a dumpster with a faulty catch. At this point we notified park staff. And left.
I think the permafrost doesn't come this far south. The permafrost produces some peculiar geomorphological phenomena (I just like the way that sounds) When I see the heaves and dips in the roadway I can't help but wonder how the railroad keeps its track straight and level.
Pondering the wonders of science and the universe, I remain;
Your correspondant
yellowduck
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