So I get a call on my lunch break from my best friend that now lives in Seattle.
Brandon: “Um, there’s a deal for round trip flights to Alaska for $75 on JetBlue. You in?”
Me: “Say no more. Send me the link”
Off Brandon, Kim, Griffin, and I went to Anchorage, Alaska—honestly, I still can’t believe I went.
After four steady hours and one not-so-steady-hour, I touched down in one of the most alive places I’ve ever been.
It’s incredible how green and full of life Alaska is. There were waterfalls on the side of the highway—definitely can’t find that anywhere in LA.
We went to the small town of Whittier, population 200. Fitting with its slogan, “It’s Always Shittier in Whittier,” it was rainy and cold and my hair was out of control, but that wasn’t going to stop us.
We were fitted with the world’s most attractive outfits (see below) and set out for the three hour Kittiwake Day Tour in the Prince William Sound.
Again, absolutely incredible.
The sound was completely filled with glacier water, which made it glisten a seafoam green. The area is known for its large presence of black legged Kittiwake birds, which made for a semi-concerning trip.
With little coaxing needed, we paddled under waterfalls! It was as exciting as you think. You’d have to wait for the perfect moment, when the wind wasn’t splitting the fall to block the only (small) opening. Once the time was right, we charged through, laughing like crazy, of course.
Bald eagles, porcupines, otters, and I’m sure other hidden wildlife were all around us! It was so crazy.
Yes. Otters are as cute as you think they are.
We paddled our hearts out until we hit an outreach in the sound. We popped out of our kayaks, stretched our legs, threw an impromptu dance party, enjoyed some snacks, and jumped back in.
The ride back was a lot more grueling than the ride there, but our spirits were high. We had a great instructor who motivated us until the end.
Our little Alaskan abode was the perfect place to come home to at the end of our very active day. We cooked dinner, popped some bottles, and enjoyed each others company until we all passed out.
Having a group of friends that you can simply pick up right where you left off is something that I have come to truly cherish this year. While we have years of hilarious memories together, life has taken us to different places. No matter where we are, whenever we come together, I can always expect to make even more of the best memories.
After a night of silliness and bacon for breakfast, we hopped back into the rental and headed to the airport. We came across this little hill just outside of the airport.
Of course, we pulled over. We sat on top of the grassy knoll and watched in amazement as massive 757’s and small jets soared over us. Brandon, the flight enthusiast, was in hog heaven. We all watched as he hopped up, grabbed the flight info using this fancy app, and come over to tell us the full scoop on the plane. It was the perfect way to end the trip.
Brandon’s mom helped us score some seats in Delta Comfort, aka the in between of economy and first class. We celebrated our mini success by getting plastered with each other one last time before we said our goodbyes.
My connecting flight was in Seattle, Washington, which was the rest of the group’s final destination. After a tearful goodbye and a great big bear hug from my best friends, I hopped back onto the plane and spent the remaining three hours chatting with my new (cute) friend Chad.
We shared our stories over a few more complimentary beverages, greeted the big, bright full moon, and before I knew it, the pilot announced our arrival in the City of Angels. We exchanged numbers, said our goodbyes and both made our way in complete opposite directions.
It was a weekend I’ll never forget.