The first thing I noticed entering the port town of Seward was woodsmoke captured below the low clouds. A garrish industrial cage on the outskirts of town held a lonely Reindeer trapped as a tourist exhibit. I couldn't bring myself to take a picture of the once splendid creature.
The bustling harbor was full of fishing boats and workers hauling tackle and supplies to the docks. Continuing into town I noticed two familiar adventure bikes outside the Moby Dick Hostel.
They were likely exploring downtown so I made a visit to the busy 4th Avenue. Tourists walked along the boardwalks to peek into saloons and gift shops taking a break from the cool rainy weather.
I called up Bob after reading a comment on my blog inviting me to visit. We chatted for 10 minutes and he invited me up to his place in Wasilla when I was going to be back north through Anchorage. I obliged his hospitality and looked forward to the warm shower and comfortable conversation.
I glanced at my watch and decided to leave Seward for my three hour ride up to the old gold mining town of Hope.