It was smokey in Los Anchorage. Both we and our tramontane friends to the South have had an early, dry, and windy spring, which makes things bad for fire! Today, the smoke has blown North, clouding our Fairbanks skies. Anyway, here are Anchorage photos.
Porcupine:
He was very much king of his surroundings. He sauntered around like he owned the street.
The busy port of Anchorage:
Substation:
Train:
A muskrat. He was sitting on his haunches eating his supper when we spied him. He saw us and grabbed his last blade of grass to go:
The mudflats. There is no sandy beach strolling in Anchorage, just intertidal mudflats that can trap and kill people.
One evening, DL and I took a walk down a pedestrian/bike path that goes along the shoreline. Walking in Anchorage is very different from in Fairbanks! The path was paved and heavily trafficked with walkers, bikers, and delinquent-looking youths. We only saw two dogs, and both were purebred fancy-pants dogs. We stopped at a trail map and picked a pond as a turnaround point. I imagined the pond to be dank, swampy, buzzing with mosquitoes, and surrounded by scraggly trees. Instead, it looked like this:
Everything is different in Los Anchorage!
Sunset over the mudflats, timestamp, 9:23 p.m.:
2 comments:
Your pictures bring back memories. Rode that train. Walked in Anchorage and Fairbanks...preferred Fairbanks!
@gina, I'm not surprised. :)
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