What are YOU lookin’ at?
Much to the surprise of some of our family, Chris and I chose to rent an SUV (what?!) — and they don’t make hybrids in Alaska — while we traveled north of the 60th parallel. And, boy, let me tell you, it was the right decision. Since Chris and I are — how do you say? — CHEAP, staying inside just doesn’t cross our minds. When you travel, you sleep in a tent. Right. That works well most of the time. When it’s pouring along the gravel Denali highway, and sleeping in a tent would mean setting up your flimsy nylon sack in a mud puddle while the hunters in their 25-foot motorhomes watch Dock Dogs as they put away their Sloppy Joes, it feels good to nestle into a dry sleeping bag in the Durango and fall asleep reading John McPhee. I never thought I’d come to appreciate my 18 MPG vehicle so much.
And, in full disclosure, we did actually sleep in a bed one night. Seward, Alaska has a nice, little hostel, the Moby Dick, across the street from an even nicer B&B, Ballaine House. Unfortunately, the Bed and Breakfast’s five rooms were already taken for the night. Some night, Chris and I will stay in a B&B. We’re only 34, after all. We just became adults, what, yesterday? Are you even allowed to spend the night in a B&B before you’re 35?