March 31, 2021 City lights of Anchorage

Well, it’s over. I will bask in the afterglow of McGrath in fourteen days when my test is negative. I thought I was beating the chances of Covid by traveling on an airline with strict distance rules to a village with no cases. But now we’re facing no rules on the plane except masks. Santa Cruz is now orange.

Here we are at the Marriott Courtyard in Anchorage. Dinner with a adult drink.

Our send off at McGrath Airport was sweet.

All of our peeps are the walkers in town. Elsie is 73 and the doctor told her to exercise so she walks about four hours a day.

She asked Terry where his mask was. He said no one is wearing one, so I took it down. We’re not even close to each other. She said the sign on the door says you must wear a mask. He put it back on.

In Anchorage, the little waiting room at Reeve air was beautiful and they had bags of famous Amos cookies. The two pilots were fun, but it all ended when the hotel called and said their shuttle driver was circling the airport trying to find Reeve Air. I ran out to wave him down.