On our final day in Alaska, we ran out of stuff to do.
Understandable... it's not a very big place, after all.
But the weather was cool (55F/13C)
Bit of a typo there. You wrote "cool". I think you meant to say "warm".
A large portion of its funding originally came from settlement funds from the Exxon Valdez oil spill disaster.
Huh!
Drew could have told you that as soon as he found a boat play area.

What's not to love? Boys and boats. Match made in Heaven.
One of the scientific displays was an example of a thermal imaging camera, which can be helpful when finding life in the cool waters of the ocean or spotting teens throwing up gang signs.

I do believe it was the latter reason that the cameras were developed in the first place.
They had plenty of tanks filled with the requisite exotic fish, which of course we did not write down and now cannot identify.
Black & Yellow Rockfish.
You're welcome.
This particular tufted puffin was very entertaining. He was constantly shaking, diving, fluffing his feathers, and generally looking like he was experiencing seizures. We did what all compassionate visitors would do and laughed and took pictures.

But of course! I hope you pointed at it, too.
You might be shocked to learn that an animal this size can eat quite a lot of fish.
Actually... I'm always shocked at the shear size of them.
Julie used up the last of our food supplies to make our final round of PB&J sandwiches for lunch.
Yusssss...
We reached Turnagain Arm (again),
again?
Driving all the way to town would have required using a tunnel that is shared with a train, which could have made for an interesting experience. They have to shut down the road every time a train comes through, so there’s a chance you can get stuck in Whittier for a while.
I understand not wanting to get trapped, but... that sure would be a cool experience.
Even when it's cloudy... still beautiful.
There wasn’t much to it, but we got to learn a bit about the area and watch a short film on the residents of the area, some of whom lost their small village to the Exxon Valdez spill.
Really! I didn't know that
people were displaced as well.
The first, as I had mentioned in a previous chapter, was the chance to see a bore tide. As you can see from the photos, the tide was out, but we had a chance to watch it roll in if we stopped at an overlook called Beluga Point. The problem was that when we reached the overlook, we were still 45 minutes early for the tide. We technically had the time to wait, but it was very cold and windy outside. Windy enough that it was hard to walk or stand still. And no one wanted to sit in the van staring at the water for 45 minutes. So we abandoned that idea.
I think I would've waited, but... 45 minutes for me? Nothing. 45 minutes with kids? Eternity.
perhaps the greatest name I’ve ever seen in my life: the
Turnagain Arm Pit BBQ.

Sounds appealing.
I guess we’ll have to come back someday.
Sure, why not. I mean... you already live in the same country. So you're practically there.
we heard the front desk quoting a two-hour wait to some walk-ins.
I went for the double-dipped fried chicken sandwich
Oh, man... that sounds (and looks) good.
And he said it was good, saw it was good, and it was good.
So... you're saying it's good?
Julie ordered a fettucine jambalaya that she seemed to enjoy quite a bit.
Dang... Can I have both? Love a good fettucine jambalaya.
We’ll give out one final Drooling Homer Award here.
Sounds like it was well deserved.
I find that it’s always much harder to travel east than west when it comes to fighting jet lag.
I'd agree with that.
However, if the distance is great enough... I don't know if it matters
which direction you fly.
If we're talking North America... I consider myself fortunate to live in the middle where there's generally only a 2 hour difference no matter which direction I take. (Alaska would be 3, but... usually max dif is 2)
This theory assumes, however, that the traveler has no problem sleeping on a plane.
Yeah... I get that. I don't sleep on planes either.
(Although you
did manage some. Kudos.)
When is your vacation officially over? Some would say it’s when you get back home. My answer is that it’s over when you check your bags and have to get into a TSA line that looks like this:
Hmmm... actually, that's a good question. If I'm driving, it's over when I get home. Flying? I think for me it's when I land at my home airport.
and by some small miracle I managed to take two or three hour-long naps on that flight,
<applause>
I remember waking up when we were directly over Winnipeg and giving @pkondz a wave.
If you'd kept your eyes open for another second, you would've seen me waving back.
I figured it was some ungodly hour like 4 in the morning so he was very likely at work trying to make sure Canada was safe from an Oblivious Family invasion.
Reasonable assumption. I certainly see plenty of flights off PANC.
As always, the cost for a ride to/from the airport from a family member is a Claymont cheesesteak, which is a price I am always happy to pay.
I totally understand that!
And it sure beats long-term parking.
Dunno... what if you could get one cheesesteak per day parked?
we finally reached all 50 states (except Drew, of course, who has 49 and still needs to visit Hawaii, which means we need to go back—darn it all!).
Impressive... and yes... I think an Oblivious do-over is in order.
50 states
44 national parks (of 63)
6 Disney theme parks
31 Disney restaurants
42 major cities
But suffice it to say: I’m so glad we did this. There were too many special moments and memories to count.
There sure were some incredible things on this trip.
