Moose, Mountains, and Mac and Cheese

My first blog takes me to the heart of adventure, where the air smells like pine and possibility. It's a place where glaciers glisten in the distance, moose casually cross hiking trails, and salmon leap with wild determination.

The locals wear down jackets like a second skin, and even in summer, colorful scarves are part of the uniform. Mountains stand like ancient giants, snow still resting on their crowns, while rivers slice through the landscape like silver ribbons.

I started my morning at a cozy little spot that’s known for waffles—and unpredictability. (Waffles and Whatnots is worth the whole trip!) The owner took one look at me, grinned, and said, “I’ve got just the thing.”

Moments later, a plate appeared: crispy fried chicken, golden waffles drizzled in chocolate, a scoop of butter with chocolate drizzled on top, and a side of creamy mac and cheese. I didn’t question it. I inhaled it!

Let’s just say, he saw me coming. And he nailed it. 😊😉

From that first bite, I knew this trip was going to be unforgettable.

So, any guesses where I am?

Here’s a hint: you can’t drive here from anywhere else in the U.S., but you can fly in and feel like you’ve landed on another planet.

So where am I?

Anchorage, Alaska. It was my first stop, and I already feel like the adventure has cracked wide open. Mountains, moose, and the kind of breakfast that deserves its own fan club. What more could a girl want?

Stay tuned—there’s more to come. This is only the beginning.