Thursday 8/2
We celebrated with a single candle in a moose pie. Nancy had no trouble blowing out the candle. The secret when celebrating with a moose pie is to exhale—not inhale.
Our original intent for the day was to motor down to Whittier, but we’ve changed our minds, and we’re headed to the Kenai Peninsula and city of Seward. We’ll catch Whittier on the way back. We see swans and cygnets as we leave Portage. Neat, but why aren’t they swanlings? We’re surrounded by beautiful mountains, but we’re not happy. It’s our 4th or 5th day without seeing the sun. It’s the coldest day we’ve had so far--50° or so, and the traffic heading south is awful. We feel as if we’re a giant RV lemming—or as if we’ve been kidnapped by a caravan. We’re also traveling through a l-o-n-g construction zone. In what appears to be an effort to cut costs, highway workers are using paper plates to mark the work zones. At one point, we’re stopped by a flag person and across the way we see Macho RV(same one that we saw at Wal-Mart.
We frequently are required to follow “pilot” cars that are not cars at all, but trucks. Each has a sign in the back that says, “follow me” and a sign in the front that says, “take me to your leader”. A steady rain starts at 2PM and last for the rest of the day. We follow a Coast Guard ship into Seward and find a place for the RV in the cramped city campground. “Seward’s Folly” is being redefined. Though we are wet, and cold, and tired, we are still happy that we are here and not practicing a PowerPoint presentation or stalled on the 405 Freeway. Plus it’s Nancy’s birthday, and she looks younger than ever.
