After visiting Hope, I am back in Anchorage to check out some sea kayaks. But one of my phobias catches up to me, calling people. I simply hate to call and just push the topic at the back of my list. Instead I do laundry (always good to spend some time in a Laundromat), I change oil, rotate my tires, and drink coffee. At the end of the afternoon when I finally get myself to call to see the kayaks, they are both gone already. Steep learning curve is what its called. And so I drive myself again out of Anchorage with a bad feel. Anchorage is just not doing it for me.
10 miles out of town I see 5 guys scooping out some rocks. Climbers? I pull over and watch them hanging around. One is pulling a rope out of his bag and I walk over. Indeed climbers, and if I wanne have a try. Sure !!!
The next morning I wake up at 5am. Normally that's not a big problem, but with the knowledge that I only went to bed 3 hrs ago, it doesn't feel totally right. After climbing V and his friends took me to a bar, and then we got some food and hang around some more. We finally found out where we know each other from, we volunteered one day in Yosemite together, and all in all it becomes late. I crash down at Vs house and now I am woken up to go for a river boat trip. And its not just a river boat trip, its a trip on the Chulitna river, the river at the foot of Denali, the highest peak in the USA. The views are so amazing thats its almost unreal. With no battery power left in any camera, you just have to believe me. Anchorage can be fun, with the right people.
But the fun is not over yet. After a late start the next day, we go cragging with a bunch. V and I both lead a climb and for the rest of the afternoon we TR and belay. I pass the invite for a baseball game, and hang around in the sun. With halibut and salmon on the BBQ we end the day in style. Its a good group of people, I like them.
Dag,
Iris (Anchorage, 5929 miles)
