The second morning...

... dawned bright and sunny at the Millenium hotel, home of the Iditarod, right next to the Anchorage Seaplane Port, frozen hard. After breakfast of eggs and reindeer sausage (excellent), I set out for Seward, ~125 miles away by highway, less as the crow flies. The crows weren't flying; it was 27 degrees F outside.

The first night's hotel room...

... was eminently satisfactory. As would have been a warm Dumpster. I had flown from Fort Lauderdale, to Chicago, to Seattle, and then to Anchorage, all in one day.

The camera didn't do justice to the bright colors and patterns of the bedspreads.

The moose- themed lamps just flat would not fit in my suitcase.