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.
A quick train stop in Whittier on a rare warm, sunny day.
My first morning waking up in the back of the Jeep at Kasilof Beach.
Dipnetting on the opening day at the Kasilof River.
When my hostel friend, Ken invited me to go camping at Kasilof beach to see dipnetting in action I had no idea what to expect. I just knew that Alaskans are crazy about their dipnetting and I wanted to see what it’s all about. I wasn’t expecting so many people to be camping up and down the road and beach. Motorhomes and ATVs a plenty. I thankfully found Ken’s motorhome right away and parked my Jeep in front of it as there wasn’t any other room anywhere. A little later Ken came walking up and both of us walked down to the beach where everyone was fishing. Gulls, mud, fish heads, gut’s, & blood. And everyone was having a grand time.
My first Alaskan “thunderstorm”. There were a couple of flashes of lightning, & some minor rumbles, plus lots of rain. But that was it. I miss the real deal.
St. Nicholas Church in Eklutna.
There’s a unique cemetery here where the graves are marked with Athabaskan spirit houses.