Anchorage to Seward

August 7, 2008 Thursday

So here’s the Borden Corollary: The closer a campground is to a large city the more likely it will be inhabited by ner-do-wells. Anyway, that’s the way it has shaken out so far and Anchorage’s Centennial Park campground was a shining example. I’m thinking that many of the “campers” are actually full-time residents. Anyway I used to consume mass quantities of beer in my younger years and would’ve fit in very well. ‘Nuff said.

We were hoping to meet up with Ali and Pat, globetrotting bums of Bumfuzzle.com, for lunch at La Cabana Mexican restaurant but it didn’t work out. We found out later that they were on the Denali Highway which is an unpaved road that looked very interesting that we decided to skip. We would have probably had a head-on collision in that we were thinking of going west to east and they were coming east to west. Lunch was excellent…especially the Corona, lime and no glass, por favor. We may hook up with the Bums on the Kenai Peninsula or in Anchorage on our way back through.

Before lunch we walked along the waterfront which was very pleasant. The city has a self-guided tour of the waterfront that talks about all kinds of interesting things like whisky, prostitutes, gold fever, etc. Very nice downtown also. Interestingly, Alaska and the Yukon seem to be very proud of their prostitutic(sp?) history taking every chance to mention the profession along with the names of the more famous “working girls”.

After lunch we decided that we had enough of the big city and set our sites on reaching Seward, on the Kenai Peninsula, before dark. Which is no big deal since the sun stays up until 11 pm and Seward is only 140 miles south. The drive was worth the trip and we were very glad that we went to Seward. We walked the downtown city marina and watched the fishing boats come in and display their catches for the day. What a neat city and the surrounding mountains are spectacular. I highly recommend a visit here.


We found a campground close to the city, no vagrants here, which also had a tennis court, much to Pat’s glee. We had a marathon tennis match, as we always do, and I prevailed (I usually lose) with my power dink game against Pat’s flawlessly executed forehands and two-handed backhands and power serves.


We were tired after that and since we were still full from the Mexican enchiladas at lunch we went to bed early and read.

View from Forest Acres Camp & Tennis Court.