Paragliders at Summit Lake.
You always hear about ”Caribbean blue” or “ocean blue”. Well, how about “Kenai blue”?
Eating apple strudels the size of our face, enjoying a glacial mud beach, climbing around on the rocks at low tide, and being held up by (and thrashed around by) the crazy wind out on Beluga Point.
Biking & getting paranoid about bears (we did come across fresh poop & a musty odor) at Lake Eklutna.
I finally did it. After a few months in Alaska I finally found a lake high up in the mountains to jump into. Jessie & I had Gold Cord Lake all to ourselves. Although it was raining & the temperature was only in the 50’s, the calm, clear, turquoise waters beckoned to me. It was shockingly ice cold and refreshing. Lake Superior has trained me well for this.
It’s berry season! A.J & I decided to check out Arctic Valley since it’s just outside of the city for some quick blueberry picking.
Jeremy’s living room, chaotic with the beginnings of another fabulous housemate adventure. With tents, sleeping bags, and a bunch of spinach, we’re hiking up the Caribou River to George Crosby Manitou State Park. The only thing missing from this housemate adventure is Sarah Reller (we miss you Sarah!)
I was feeling homesick & scrolling through Ellie’s beautiful blog & came across this. I miss my housemates so much! I hope all of you had a beautiful hike!!!
The perfect place to eat lunch, perched upon a boulder and soaking in the sun.
Camping out on Box Canyon Creek with new hostel friends Robert, John, & Laura.
I had thought about camping out off of Exit Glacier Rd. as an option for a place to spend the night (every single space to camp or park was taken in the town of Seward for the marathon & 4th of July) then John mentioned that he was staying out there, too. All of us met up at Safeway and Robert & I followed John & Laura out onto Exit Glacier Rd and into a campsite. But John just kept driving past the site out onto the river bank. “John is a good guy, you don’t think he’s going to kill us, right?” asked Robert as we continued to follow him on my Jeep’s first ever off-road adventure. We arrived upon the perfect camping spot. John cooked up some fresh caught salmon and my status as a vegetarian almost came to a halt. It looked and smelled so good! But I decided that if I was going to start eating fish, that the first one I ate had to be one that I caught myself. As midnight struck Rob & Laura started singing the Star Spangled Banner and danced a bit around the campfire as John & I (the two Americans) found ourselves lost and not able to remember the lyrics. Whoops. It was a good night.
A spur of the moment trip to Virgin Creek Falls with hosteler Robert.