Amazing how much a few months can change a place. This is the same mountain pass from the previous post. Definitely a different feel from when its not encased in 10 feet of snow, and made for a much more enjoyable hiking.
Not sure where the pooch came from, but it was nice to have some company for bit til she trotted off down the mountain.
I found her people but she went off exploring the mountain on her own. I need a mountain dog…
This guy’s got alpine travel figured out. I think when my knee finally goes I’m gonna go this route.
Sketchy crossings, no problem for the slow and steady…
Autumn found in pockets amongst the pine. There were also entire mountainsides which were a blanket of yellow birch and spruce.
I’d been on the road for a week at this point, and hadn’t found a shower in awhile. This is me, debating whether to brave the cold and take a bath in this lovely little alpine lake… Frigid but completely worth it.
Nice little ptarmigan, funny little birds and not in the least bit shy.
I’ve been bad about posting awhile, as I’d basically been living on the road for the last year or two. But I’m back at the computer and ready to share what’s been my most prolific period yet. The road took me from Los Angeles to northern Alaska in the dead of winter, and then right back up the following autumn with plenty of adventures in between. There’s so much to show I’m not sure where to begin, so I’ll just start with my favorites and see where we end up.
I was wandering around SE Alaska, restocking on supplies in Anchorage, when the cashier told me about a Independence Mine, an hour north in the mountains above Hatcher’s Pass. What a tip! I found one of the coolest and most well-preserved historic sites I’ve stumbled upon. Even with snow shoes, it was one of those miserable hikes where every few steps I’d posthole up to my waist, but after battling the snow drifts and spending 2 hours to hike only a mile, the town did not disappoint! I ended up making three trips here over the next week, and each night the changing weather and auroras made for a wonderful array of lighting to play with.
There’s a whole other set of images from this location, that I took when I went back to Alaska the following autumn, so stay tuned and I’ll get those up here soon.
I never knew this gem was only an hour or two north of Vegas. Such a cool spot with little caves and slot canyons that wind their way in a maze of passages into the eroded cliffs. The walls narrow to inches wide at places, but extend vertically for 100’s of feet. I even found a little owl that had burrowed a nest into the soft walls. If you’re ever not doing so hot at the tables, change your luck and visit this spot!