|Goodbye Camp Five. Leaving the wilderness—and the|
|Finally, the gear is loaded into the "luxury" van, our|
transport for the ride to Cordova.
|Danger! This poster at the Child's Glacier viewing platform|
shows what can happen if you're in the wrong place
at the wrong time.
|After reading the above poster part of the ice wall|
came crashing down. Kayakers had paddled past
this spot only minutes before.
In Cordova we stopped at The Lighthouse Restaurant for personal pan pizzas and tall glasses of iced tea, then said our goodbyes before being dropped off at Cordova’s one-room airport. We arrived in Anchorage after a short and smooth flight, picked up the rental car, checked in to the Courtyard Marriott at 8:45 p.m., and by 9:00 I was luxuriating under a hot shower. Every day you shower without really thinking about it, don’t you? Well, after six days in the Alaskan outback, when you step into the shower you feel every drop of water on your skin—washing away the accumulated sweat, grime, sunblock and bug spray. It’s glorious.
|"Quaint" is the over-used word I would pick to describe|
the fishing village of Cordova. If I return to Alaska I'd like
to spend more time exploring this town.