I just returned to Alaska after a few weeks in the lower 48 and before my frenzied shopping days, my partner in crime, Sherry, talked me into going to Seward for the day.  Coming back from 70-80 degree weather in Seattle was a bit of a shock to my system, but I love the crisp fall air.  The trees are wearing their finest golden coats, as if headed out to some big party. I just can’t get enough of the colors and the contrast with the green.  Some termination dust (the first snows of the year) are blanketing the Chugiak range that flanks Anchorage.

Seward is about 2.5 hours south of Anchorage and with some snacks in our playmate, we headed to the fishing village.  Living in Port Alsworth does not afford me road trips as the furthest I could drive is no more than a mile.  So for the past few weeks in Seattle and Tacoma I relished being behind the wheel.  Cruising co-pilot on our road trip to Seward was a dream.

We walked and ate our way through town…what we do best…browsing through book stores and chintzy tourist stores.

Resurrection Bay reminded me of the Puget Sound when the clouds are low and rain is sputtering. Still it was beautiful and peaceful.  All the tourists have all dried up…it almost felt a bit like a ghost town.

There were murals covering building sides on almost every block.  More than once I threw my head out the window trying to snap a picture.  These were two of my favorites.

I was studying for my driver’s license test as we sipped coffee at this quirky coffee art shop inside an old church.

Then on our way home, we passed this bridge that was just calling us to stop and have a photo shoot.  I had spotted it on our way south..and after a quarter-mile passed it, I blurted out to turn back! Sherry whipped a U-Turn and we rumbled down a gravel road to a trash strewn turnout.  We struck a few poses and called it good.  I love breaking the rules.