It's getting about time to get out of here. Wednesday I'll go to Seattle for a couple days before hoping on the ferry Saturday morning. Wednesday is tomorrow, which means that today would be a good day to get most of my packing done! I feel like I'm about to head off on an extended backpacking adventure. This feeling makes no sense at all because Anchorage is at least ten times more populated than any place I've ever lived before. But who said feelings had to make sense?