
I tried to explain to Kelly how small Anchorage is. Atlanta has over 5 million people and Anchorage has about 250,000, but this didn't seem to mean much to her. What hit home is when she saw the telephone number on the pizza box from the Moose's Tooth..."you mean this town is so small you can dial the telephone number without the area code????"
Friday we went to the Alaska State Fair in Palmer. Kelly didn't think reindeer were real. I told her FLYING reindeer weren't real, but reindeer do exist. She didn't believe me...until she saw a reindeer at the fair, along with cows, pigs and goats. We ate funnel cake and shopped (of course we shopped...this is Kelly we're talking about). On the way home, we actually saw a moose - running across the tundra chasing after a girl moose.

Sunday still proved to be crappy weather, and we could have taken a Glacier Cruise, or gone Flight-seeing over Mt. McKinley...but instead we took that money and went to a spa...and all I could think was how much Liz Pyatte would have approved of the decision. Kelly had her first facial and we left GLOWING.
Monday we just hung out. She had homework to do and we watched stupid movies on TV and went swimming at the hotel and stayed in our pajamas. I loved being with her and putting her on the plane this morning was very sad for me...although I don't think she realized that.
She left thinking that GOD had done a fabulous job with Alaska; the mountains were unbelievable. And she didn't understand why anyone would ever live here! It is very remote (at home I can get to Florida or Alabama or the beach) and unless you are in to the great outdoors (hunting, fishing, skiing, biking, hiking, paragliding, flight-seeing, whale-watching), there's nothing to do here.
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