Leaving Kennicott is never easy, partially because of the saying-good-byes and partially because it’s an 8 hour process. To meet the irrational needs of the two Russians on our departing journey, we loaded into the van at 7AM so they could maximize the available shopping time in Anchorage. The ride along the McCarthy Road was taxing but uneventful and the 5 hours of pavement from Chitina to Anchorage was beautiful and typical.
In Anchorage, Rich dropped Liv, Terry, and I in downtown as the Russians disembarked at the 6th Street Mall. The three of us aimlessly walked around town without much excitement. Although Anchorage has roughly 200,000 people, it has a very empty and open feel to it and seems slightly confused as to whether it’s a metropolitan area or another town in Alaska. After a good lunch at the diner where I took breakfast at the start of my 2006 journey, we hailed a cab and returned to Kirkwood’s house in Southport.
The interim time before our flight was long and awkward while we statuesquely sat in the living room for hours on end. Finally, 11PM rolled around and Rich drove us off to Anchorage International Airport.
At the terminal, Rich gave the required (and seemingly sincere this time around) “thank you and your welcomed back to Kennicott anytime”, we shook hands and were off.
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