Killing Time in Anchorage

The train ride from Seward to Anchorage on Monday night was pure torture for me. I spent the day feeling a little sore throat, and by the time we got on the train, I could barely swallow. Needless to say, I was an unhappy camper- Teres said she could tell I wasn't feeling well b/c I wasn't even looking at any of the beautiful scenery passing by. I thought for sure I had strep throat, and tried finding a walk-in clinic when we arrived in Anchorage, but it was 1030 at night, so no clinic.
Woke up Tuesday feeling a bit better- my throat still hurt, but I could actually swallow without wanting to cry, so I was happier :)
We took a bus downtown and hiked a trail near the salt marshes- it was another beautiful, sunny, warm day! After walking a while, we went to lunch at the same Irish pub we ate at last week- since my throat still hurt me, I didn't have a beer!! What a travesty. We then wandered around downtown Anchorage for a while, then took a bus back to the hotel to get our bags and head to the airport.
Our flight left 1.5 hours late- the two times I've been to Alaska, I've spent extra time at the airport! To kill some time, I showed Teres all the spots I hung out at last year when I had to sit at that airport for hours on end, waiting to see if I'd make it out to Kodiak. Once we got on the plane, who did we see? The same group of guys that were on the plane with us on the way up (and we hung out with them in Seward). I tell ya, Alaska really is a small place.
Now we're sitting at the Houston airport waiting for our flight to FLL, since we missed our original flight. I'll leave you for now with some pics from our walk yesterday and the airport.