Culture shock - Anchorage; again!

Well, here we are in Anchorage again! Are we in the same city? The last time it seemed so different! No, the city has not changed but we have as we are in the same park as we were on our way to the Keni Peninsula. Somehow the park is not as peaceful or as appealing as it was two months ago. This is the park where we found the German Tourist bus to be our only divergence and the ulu knife was unique and interesting. In June we visited the ulu factory which is thinly disguised as a cultural destination but is a tourist purchasing outlet. How two months in an isolated village can change one's outlook.

Since the beginning of July a very peaceful, quiet, fishing village has been our home. The change from the serene landscape of Ninilchik to just 200 miles North is overwhelming as we sit in our mobile cabin and listen to the roar of motors and to the pounding sound of blasting music and have a pit bull running loose through the area scaring our little boy, Winston. This is not a large city so we realize we have some mental adjustments to make as we travel back to Ontario. If we had our choice we would stay in Ninilchik. Ruth has always longed for a cabin in the woods with no phone or junk mail.
So, in a reasonably isolated area, Alaska (remember the localized news & weather) if we find the crush of city activities too much after two months in an accessible small village we marvel at the adaptability of the native people over the past hundred years.