Riding into Anchorage from Palmer was almost a bit of a culture shock. It was the first 4-lane road we had been on since southern BC. After more than 2,000 miles of fairly remote roads, it was kind of disappointing.

After three 500-mile days in a row, we decided not to push on to Ninilchik that night. Rather, I should say that Michael wanted to keep going as he was excited to get to his cabin, but I wanted to be able to see the Kenai Pennisula in the daylight. I had driven it this time last year, but not on a motorcycle. And I knew I was in for a treat. In addition, I didn't fancy dodging bears and moose in the dark, as well as negotiating the 20-odd miles of rough gravel road up to his cabin.

So after 350 miles (which oddly felt longer than some of our 450+ mile days, maybe due to the weather getting colder), we opted to stay the night at a lovely bed-and-breakfast in Girdwood. Having a hot shower and plush bed with a view of Mt. Alyeska right outside our window was the perfect end to the day.

Stopping at Eureka Lodge was a treat: hot coffee and a full rack of ribs went down rather well. Outside, three Harley's (each hauling a trailer...) were parked while their owners were inside eating. Their mascot was left to watch the bikes (to the amusement of everyone coming-and-going in the parking lot).

View of mountains, trees, and flowers somewhere along the Glenn Highway from Tok to Anchorage. There were so many snow-covered peaks, and miles and miles of glacier-filled valleys along this National Scenic Byway.