June 2

June 2

We pulled into Anchorage and looked for our RV Park. When we drove past it, it look horrible.   It was raining all day,, but still, it looked like a muddy mess.  No grass, just dirt and mud.   We decided to do a Internet check and found another hopeful choice.  We drove there, but it was not a lot better.  At least it had full hook-ups and laundry.  We were due.   So we stayed there.  It was along a railroad track, and in an industrial area, but we were done driving for the day.  

The next morning I went to the office to buy some stuff and when I walked back to our RV, I opened the door and could not figure out why Tom had moved the rugs.  I stepped in and a man said “come on in”, and a lady said “hi there”.   I was in the wrong RV!!!!!  I jumped a mile and apologized profusely.   They laughed and said no problem.   Their motorhome was right beside ours, but the way they are parked, ours sat back behind theirs, and I could not see ours from the path.   Yikes.  That could have turned out bad.    (I was walking from the left and could not see our motorhome on the right)

We were going to go into Anchorage and maybe rent bikes or Segway’s or something, but as we drove through it, it just looked like another big City, so we decided to drive out of town to another campground, and boy,, were we sure glad we did.   We found the most beautiful road along the Seward Highway that had views of the mountains along the Cook Inlet.  

 

 We stopped at the Bird Creek State Park campground, and went for a 2 mile walk.  Saw the largest bald eagle, in front of a blue motel.   Those RVs on the side were their idea of an RV Park.  No thanks.  Looks like the Bates motel.

 We saw a row of mailboxes, but no houses in sight.  Must be for the motel?

We walked along a trail that went under the highway and came up near a river and a mountain they had cut into, to stop slide. 

This inlet forms from 3 distributaries to form Turnagain Arm and when the tide is low, the sand is like quicksand and many people die every year getting caught out on the dunes or when the tides come in, they are so strong that people drown. 

We were truly the only people on these trails, but we had our bear spray.  

On the way back, we had read that there were two brand new cabins for rent in the campground we stayed at, and we came across one.  We thought we would peak through the windows to see what it looked like,  but Tom tried the door and went in.  When I peaked through the window, he scared my life.  They just leave the doors open and you go pay at the pay station,, and a ranger comes through at night to make sure everyone has their ticket stub.  It’s mostly the honor system.

 

We boiled some eggs tonight.    I don’t know if it is the altitude or what, but they sure turned out funny.

 

Moving on down the road