The 127 mile Seward Hwy. must be one of the most beautiful stretches of highway in the U.S. – even on a rainy day like ours. Minutes out of Anchorage, we were all in a great mood enjoying the views of Cook Inlet. The road runs right along the coast above the train tracks, which look like they’d be covered with water at high tide. Note to self: take the train from Anchorage to Seward at some point.
Tomcat is a master back-seat driver, which is why we make sure he’s in the driver seat as much as possible. This road was so picturesque, I was imagining that we were on the autobahn in one of those cool BMW commercials. Then I took stock behind me: a filthy minivan loaded with kids going the speed limit with the Ballad of Wild Bear on the stereo. Not exactly the image BMW is going for…
Seward is just outside Kenai Fjords National Park, about 2 hours south of Anchorage and it feels like a blessed new world.
The sky cleared as we entered town and we immediately saw a ton of people riding bikes in the sunshine, kids playing at the fancy new playground, and murals on many of the buildings. A vibrant little town surrounded by enormous lush mountains loaded with cirque glaciers (little bowls of creamy ice-cream around the tops of the mountains). Driving around we saw a teenager showing off his new foot jumping things for a few girls, and he was happy to perform for us, too. I took pictures of him as the kids whooped and hollered egging him on.
A quick walking tour through town showed us some old houses, multiple churches and a museum loaded with earthquake pictures, Alaska Railway and Iditarod memorabilia and other cool stuff. Doodle had a meltdown when we wouldn’t let her in the 1920's bedroom display to play with the dolls in the buggy. The two of us spent the rest of the visit out on the bench.
We stayed at the Windsong Lodge, a beautiful place just outside of town, and anxiously awaited a moose that never showed up.
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