Alaska. The word had a very foreign ring to it. In my mind, I simply could not fit Alaska into the United States. That's probably part of the reason why I was so surprised to see that the Alaskan airport was just like that of any other rural-ish state I had been to - Colorado, Montana, and...well, I guess I've been to more urban places than not. Anyway, I immediately noticed the relative cleanliness and spaciousness of Alaska, in comparison to California. Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE Cali and am just as much of a fair-weather Californian as the next SoCal beach blonde or SF hipster, but I couldn't help make comparisons...even though there's really no comparing. I'd love to say the day was super exciting and filled with adventure, but truth is, the day was mostly travel. First those five hours spent on the plane before my marveling in the airport, next the time spent grocery shopping to ensure we wouldn't starve as people with restrictive diets in a very seafood-oriented state, then the hours spent on the road getting to the bed and breakfast we had a 4-day reservation for. The ride was spent playing around with my dad's spiffy new toy, his Nikon DSLR camera, and of course the classic family bickering. Upon reaching the B&B, we spent the rest of our time marveling at the quaint little set-up, cute and contained in a neat wooden structure, all managed by an extremely friendly little woman. Now here I am, typing this and still not quite able to get over the fact that I'm in Alaska and that it is still damn bright outside at 12:17 AM.
