Travel Day from Anchorage to Los Angeles, and Los Angeles to Dulles-Washington Airport
Tuesday, May 29th, 2018
Happy Canada Day to all my Canadian friends. These first two photos was taken in Vancouver at the beginning of our trip, and I wanted to save it for this special day of celebration. Hope you all have a wonderful day.
(Above photos were taken in Vancouver at the beginning of our vacation.)
Thank you everyone for taking time to read my daily journal of our trip to Alaska back in May, and for leaving all those great comments. It was a once-in-a-lifetime vacation for us, and one we will never forget.
If you ever want to catch up on other posts, you can click on Alaska Trip-May 2018 in the labels below this one. Way too many to read in one sitting but you can bookmark the one you end up at, and continue on from there if you are interested in reading more.
And now for our last day traveling home.
11.11 a.m. we are at Anchorage Airport In fact these wonderful works of art were hanging on the walls where we ate our breakfast.
We actually arrived at 9.30 a.m.
It will be another 20 minutes before we are able to check our bags.
We got out of the hotel early and reached the rental place at 9.30 a.m. to drop off the car We got an UBER to take us to the airport, a nice young man from San Antonio, Texas.
(I have shared this beauty before, this and the mosaic ceiling above it.)
12.19 p.m. we have gone through security. It wasn't so bad and we were treated very politely, they were really nice. We are now sitting at our gate and it is very quiet as we still have about three hours before we board our plane.
2.22 p.m. and time is ticking along. The waiting room is filling up ever so slowly. A couple sat next to us and started talking to us. They were returning from a cruise with another cruise line and had enjoyed it immensely. It sounded like they were seasoned travelers.
7.06 p.m. we have been in the air for a while now and have 1 hour and 45 miutes to go before we land in Los Angeles. I have my iPad but you have to download an app to watch their movies. They are also passing iPads which you have to rent. We paid for the wi-fi and I have been watching Blue Planet II. Marvelous show!
(At Anchorage Airport there were several display cases of birds that could be found in Alaska.)
9.01 p.m. sitting at our gate in Los Angeles now, for the flight to Washington-Dulles Airport. We have a couple of hours to wait here. On our flight from Anchorage we were in a row of three seats and no one sat in the middle. It was nice having the extra room between us.
Gregg has gone to get us a sandwich. I saw him waiting in line at Wolfgang Puck's place. It was café style and we ordered a chicken salad sandwich to share. It was the best chicken salad I have had in a very long time, we both enjoyed it very much.
Coming into Los Angeles it was lit up like a Christmas Tree, very pretty. This flight crew were very nice and it was a great flight. There was an older lady sitting behind me and she smiled when I got up to get off the plane. There were two unaccompanied children sitting opposite. The flight attendants looked after them beautifully and were very attentive. One reminded them that it was very important for them to remain seated on the plane until everyone had gotten off, then they would be escorted to their next flight. They were nice kids, very well behaved. No one talked very much, we were all too tired.
(This is a mural painted on a water tank in Seward. I have already shared part of it, the fishing boat. The rest of my photos were taken as we were driving back to our hotel from Seward, Alaska.)
11.38 p.m. and we are on the flight to Dulles. There are 4 hours and 14 minutes left to our destination.
1.51 p.m. and I can't believe it, we are home! Our son was waiting for us at the luggage carousel, which is where we always arrange to meet. Nice to be able to text him to let him know we have landed; we are making our way to the carousel, we are here where are you? Smiles! He's standing right in front of me practically and lots of hugs and more smiles. We chatted all the way home telling him about our time away, about all the fun we have had, he tells us about his time and before we know it we are rolling into the garage. I feel like kissing the floor when I walk through the door. One thing Gregg and I agreed on, whenever we travel again we will avoid taking the red-eye.
But we're home and our son stays for a few hours. This time together reinforces how much we missed him when we were gone. I am dropping off to sleep on the couch - sitting up - and am content listening to dad and son talk while I doze in and out and listen, joining in here and there. So good to be home!
