Walking through downtown Anchorage we really could have been walking through any American city. There were aggressive cab drivers trying to pass the city buses, there were too many coffee shops to count, boutiques, parking garages and a mall anchored by a Nordstrom. But as we left the Anchorage Museum and headed out into the drizzling afternoon, all we had to do was look up to be reminded of how far from home we were. Rising up into the cloudy sky, the Chugach Mountain Range dwarfed the city. Having spent the summer walking through heat-stricken Philadelphia, the cool damp air was a relief. It even served as an excuse to head into the Cake Studio, which sounds like art but definitely smelled like a bakery. I had assumed at the edge of one of the last wild frontiers on the planet we would find moose or bears or wolves, but instead we managed to stumble onto a new frontier of deliciousness. What a fabulous city!
