Fifteen hours of travel, and we're here

We are here, in Anchorage, Alaska, the first of many cool destinations on this long-awaited adventure through the 48th state and northwest Canada. We refers to Steve and Caroline Seefchak and Albert Kunze, our adult son.  Before leaving, we survived the arduous tasks of having packed for nearly three weeks and of preparing two separate houses, one dog, five cats, and a plethora of plants for our lengthy absence.

The trip, over six thousand miles of it, was very smooth and efficient. It began with a chauffeur-driven limousine ride to Fort Lauderdale International Airport, where we boarded the first of three first-class flights:  Fort Lauderdale to Atlanta; Atlanta to Minneapolis; and Minneapolis to Fairbanks, pretty much in the middle of the huge state of Alaska.  Delta's flights were all on time, and things were relatively smooth until baggage claim, where we found that one of my two bags did not arrive.  Tracking it, an agent told us that it was in Minneapolis, and it would travel to Alaska a day later than its clothing-filled travel mates.  Oh well.  If that is the worst mishap, it's safe to say that the travel to Alaska was absolutely awesome.