Anchorage

With no hospitals in King Salmon, we had to travel to Anchorage and stay for three weeks. We rented a condo off a friend and borrowed a "Shaggin Wagon" (complete with disco ball) from one of H's co-workers. While we were comfortable, there is no place like home. The traffic, homeless and crime started to bother us. Also, we were reintroduced to what it is like trying to keep two dogs (Jack and Julie) happy and healthy in the city. We had Harley, followed up with our pediatrician and headed home...