Stephanie and I hopped on a plane to Anchorage at 5:15pm, after the longest day at work, ever. The flight was uneventful until we flew over Whitehorse, Yukon Territory. The mountains were incredible.

We arrived in Anchorage around 8:30pm, and got our rental car, which we promptly named Captain Morgan (we’d have named him Captain Cook in honor of Alaska, but we’d already used that name in Hawaii). We found our hotel and checked in at 9:30, then followed the front desk lady’s directions to the Glacier Brewhouse. We were dazed by the time we got a table, due to the time difference; it was after 1am for us. I had a peach mojito and medium veggie pizza, both of which were excellent.

We got back to the hotel at midnight, and it was still light out. That didn’t impede our sleep much, though; we were exhausted.