Waiting for the sourdough pancakes
(Waiting for my pancakes at the Downtown Deli in Anchorage ...)
As cool as the scenery on this trip has been, so much of it has been about the people I've met.
An older lady at a restaurant yesterday told me about "panic hill", a section of road between Anchorage and Eagle River. When I asked a girl at the coffee shop about homes and apartments that I could rent, she told me she lived in "the ghetto" on Tudor Road in Anchorage.
Oops, the sourdough pancakes just arrived, and I'm starving.