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Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Anchorage to Nellie Juan Fiord Base Camp

My tee for the trip
It would be hard to put together a more dynamic group of women together on a wilderness sea kayaking adventure. We aged 64-75 years old. All were experienced outdoors women. Two, including the 74 year old still run marathons. Four were retired, PhD naturalists and researchers. Two were dedicated birders. All, except me, had been on this type of sea kayaking trip before - most many times. Our common bond was Lisa.
To get from Anchorage to Nellie Juan Fiord, you first drive the Seward highway - one of the most beautiful highways in the world, traveling beneath the Chugach mountains along the Turnagain Arm of the Cook Inlet - to Portage. The air was smoggy with forest fire smoke and we had a tunnel to catch so I didn't get pictures of the drive. Last spring's 7.1 earthquake damaged the road and bridges. The highway was being repaired as we drove.
Anchorage upper left ↘ down the Turnagain → through the tunnel to Whittier - Epic Charters to Nellie Juan Fiord end of Dickerson Bay (SE of the "u" in Port Nellie Juan)
Seeing Portage Glacier again was a shock. When we visited in 1990, the ice bergs were up to the visitor center near where this picture was taken. Now only a large, ice-free, lake remains as the glacier has receded almost out of sight. (Older stock photo of Portage Glacier. There were no bergs when we drove by. It was smoky and we had a tunnel to catch).
Dave at Portage Glacier in 1990
Travel in Alaska comes with a few quirks like driving through the Anton Anderson Memorial Tunnel to get from Portage to Whittier - the longest (2.5) miles) highway tunnel in North America, and the first designed for -40 Fahrenheit temperatures and 150 mph winds.  Since the tunnel is one lane, vehicles and trains take turns. The tunnel usually needs to be aired out in between trips with a jet turbine ventilation system. Last time I went through the tunnel, you had to unload your gear off the top of your vehicle and drive onto a rail road car for a trail trip through the tunnel. It has since been paved, allowing vehicles to travel directly over the railroad track at the same time thinking about the next big earthquake. (Not a place you would want to be.)
Waiting our turn to join the east bound vehicle traffic.
Mountains and glaciers everywhere you look in Prince William Sound
The wind and bouncing boat deck did not prevent me from taking pictures - they did prevent most of them from being in focus.
Dickerson Bay - Yosemite of the north. I wanted so much to be on that granite but there was a lot of trailess, willow crowded, bear country to navigate to get up there.
The falls behind our campsite. This stream was thick with spawning salmon.
Where should we put up tents? Bears resting in the tall grass after feasting on salmon were a serious concern when it came to camp placement. (we carried bear spray and bear bangers on us at all times)
Bare rocks won out over soft grass.
It would be hard to get a more beautiful campsite. Since we were base camping and didn't have to fit everything into our kayaks, chairs were an added luxury.
View out my tent door.
I had been told to expect days of relentless rain with cold winds blowing down off the glacier. I brought my ski gear and boots with me. Fortunately I also threw in a light pair of pants and a tee. 
Ten o'clock at night. The temperature was in the 70's. Bugs were not a bother. Bears had yet to be sighted. 
It was hard to sleep with the light and all the beauty surrounding me. Ski gear did make a comfortable pillow and mattress padding for sleeping on rocks.

Monday, August 12, 2019

And More Alaskan Hiking

I fell in love with Girdwood the first time I saw it years ago and each time I revisited. The drive up the Turn-again Arm is a sight to behold. With one more day of hiking in the offing, I requested a trip to Girdwood.
When I saw the terrain, I suggested that I take the tram to the top and meet Lisa up there. She assured me that we were off on the most level trail in Girdwood. The ski trail. Think blue run.
 The woods were really dense.
The 'butt" tree. As we passed, a young boy was quizzing his dad about poop. We chuckled and hiked on.
 Blueberries! This time we came prepared with ziplock bags.
Our trail followed part of the Iditarod National Historic Trail.
Devils Club. So beautiful in it's berry state and so brutal with it's surface of thorns guaranteed to rip through any layer of clothing. I still have a painful reminder of berry picking in this very spot. The thorn tip is deep in my calf; is swollen and; itches like crazy.
 Even though I was foot weary, I made Lisa take me to the resort moose for a picture.
 Flat Girdwood - an oxymoron.
When we got home it was time to pack up for our next adventure. This pile dumped from my suitcases, needed to fit into my white pack. Usual weather consists of relentless rain and wind. We would be camping at the base of a glacier. Ski gear were the togs of the trip.
 Lisa's pile.
Packed for another adventure.

More Alaskan Hiking

The next day found us at Hatcher Pass - rather as close as we could get. The road was terribly washed out and after a few miles, the wild low and high bush blueberries distracted us from going much further.
Alpine meadows with fireweed.
 Fireweed and arctic cotton
 Still hiking up the road.
 On the trail.
 Blueberries!
Who needs water when there are blueberries to gather?
 Fireweed meadows
The next day after this "hike", dreaming of blueberry scones, I sought a local massage.