Anchorage, Wasilla and Talkeetna

I made it into Anchorage on time. That five and a half hour flight from Minneapolis in coach was a killer. The fat kid next to me who didn't understand that the armrest customarily serves as a boundary, didn't help the flight go by any faster.

Denali Overland is supposed to pick us up from this downtown hotel later this morning and take us to Wasilla for some grocery shopping and then on to Talkeetna where we'll spend the rest of the day eating and sorting gear in the Hudson Sheldon hangar.

Tomorrow we'll do the ranger orientation thing and, weather permitting, fly onto the glacier that morning.