Denali

Denali National Park is considered a wilderness park as only one road exists within the park.  This is a private road to Kantishna.  Visitors to the park must use the transportation provided, green school buses, if they wish to see the Park's interior.  Of course, foot travel is always allowed.  The round trip bus ride to Kantishna takes 12 hours!  We were scheduled for the first bus of the day leaving the Wilderness Access Center at 7:45.  With lunches and drinks packed, we braced for the day ahead.

The morning sky treated us to a mosaic of colors.  Our anticipated 92 mile trip would allow us to see only a fraction of the Park's 6 million acres.  And, what everyone really hoped to see was the magnificent mountain herself.  The foggy morning with breaks of sun made us hopeful. 

We were provided with a peek of Denali through the clouds.  There was hope the clouds would lift, but this never happened.  The mountain is visable during the summer months, 30-40 pecent of the time, whatever that figures out to be!  The Athabascan Indians of the region called the mountain Denali, the high one, but in 1896 the mountain was named for William McKinley.  However, in 1980, the mountain's name went back to Denali.  By either name, she is magnificent.  All visitors to the Park are anxious to see Denali but also the many animals that make the park their home.  We were treated to the ones that follow.

Several of the Park's blond grizzlies walked near our long green "blind" as our driver Kim referred to our bus.  We were sure to be quiet and respectful of those taking videos and to raise and lower our windows at the appropriate times for fear of being admonished.  After all, we had become a captive community!

It was at mile 66, the Eielson Visitor Center, when Bill, Judy, Bucky and I decided that we would leave our newly acquired "community" and stretch our legs on a tundra hike.  Dry tundra covers the slopes above the tree line at 3,500 feet.  I was happy that Judy shared my interest in the many tundra flowers that lined our path.  It's my hope to someday learn their names and organize my pictures in a way to allow easy access when my tired mind forgets.

                                                                         Arctic Poppy

 

                               Arctic ground squirrels were amusing companions on our hike.

Not the summit of Denali, but awesome none the less.

 

What better way to end the day than by a warm campfire.  Keep in mind that this is taking place at close to 11pm with plenty of daylight.  The lack of rain and warming temperatures made tomorrow seem like the perfect day for Denali to appear.

And, as if by magic, there she was.  We were offered numerous opportunities to photograph her as we made our way back to Talkeetna, where we feel she looks the most beautiful.

B Really is for Bear

Our search for Coastal Brown Bear began with a early morning flight out of Homer, Alaska on Homer Air.  We arrived at their hanger at the appointed time, 7:30 am.  The weather continued to be a mixture of rain, low clouds and periodically some clear sky.  A mixture that had us wondering if our bear viewing would even take place.  However, there seemed to be no doubt in the mind of our pilot, Tyler, that we would be leaving as planned.  It was great to have the airplane to ourselves and the hour flight over Cook Inlet to Chinitna Bay, in Lake Clark Nat'l Park, was smooth, providing us with some views of Mount Iliamna with her head in the clouds.  A beach landing in a small airplane is always a thrill!  From the air, we could see bears clamming on the beach while others fed on lush green grass.  There are no rangers or platforms here from which to view the bears like we had experienced at Brooks Falls in Katmai National Park, just us and Tyler wandering among the bears.  There are some Park postings that explain bear etiquette, something we wanted to follow, particularly dining ettiquette.  I'll let my pictures speak for themselves as no words can do justice.

                                                                 Wet, but happy!

                                          Check out Bill's beard for a future post.

                                                                                   Bear hugs

                                                                      Who's scared of who?

                                                           Just resting!

B is for Bear part 2

We all slept soundly beneath the cross of the Lutheran Church, despite the fireworks at midnight over the small boat harbor.  We were excited to see what this race up Mt. Marathon was all about.  The rough dirt trail up the mountain was evident and told to be steep and in places unforgiving.  We remembered that in the 2012 race, an older runner was lost and never found!  As we sipped our steaming morning coffee, race participants were evident on the street.  It appeared as though some had slept in their cars.  Seward became lively as the start time for the youth race approached.
 

Getting an understanding of the course.

The town of Seward took on a festive air with great smells everywhere.  We took time to sample a few tasty treats and of course do some people watching.

 Sorry to focus on Bill and Judy eating, as we all did our part.  I particularly enjoyed my spicy reindeer sausage.

First of the young runners.

 

A budding star.

 

 

Despite the rain and cool temperatures, not unusual for this seaside town, the crowd and the runners brought joy on this July 4th.  It certainly is a very special event.  I tried to capture some of this in pictures.  Surely a post of xtra tuff wearers will have to follow at a later time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

xtra tuffs 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trying to locate runners on the trail.  We could see them start and finish, but in between was a challenge.  Just a few colorful dots on the side of the mountain.

 

 

 

 

The course



B is for bear

Nonresidents of Alaska make certain associations when thinking about this great state, cold, snow, polar bears, Eskimos, igloos, whales and fuel oil. Residents of Alaska make some of the same associations, cold, snow, and oil, but also snow machines, 4 wheelers, gold, moose, salmon and bears. Reference is often made to the gold of Alaska, be it the black gold of the Arctic or the yellow gold found throughout the state. But, our trip did not include gold panning or viewing the tankers being filled in Prince William Sound, instead we headed from Homer, Alaska by airplane to view Coastal Brown Bears at Chinitna Bay in Lake Clark National Park.  We were excited about seeing these huge bears, often much larger than the interior Grizzly. With milder temperatures near the ocean, these bears hibernate for a shorter period of time and have a year round food source allowing them to grow large.  A mature, Brown Bear can weigh as much as 1000 pounds. 
The city of Homer lies at the bottom of the Kenai Peninsula, a unique city loved by residents and nonresidents alike.  On July 2nd, we scooped up our friends, Bill and Judy, who had flown into Anchorage.  We then made our way south along the Turnagain Arm of Cook Inlet sheltered by the snow capped Chugach Mountains, our first destination being Seward, Alaska.  Many Alaskan roads are "in and out" roads.  Surprisingly, things often look different coming out than they did going in! The road to Seward is just that, 34 miles in and 34 miles out.  We debated as to if staying in Seward on the 4th of July was a good idea, knowing that it was the day of the Mt. Marathon Race and a possible party scene at the Exit Glacier.  But, on the other hand, what better place to celebrate!  So, down the Seward Highway we headed on July 3. The hike into Exit Glacier, in Kenai Fjords National Park gave us a chance to stretch our legs and view the cold, snow and ice that people associate with Alaska.  Exit Glacier is 2.4 miles long and descends some 3,500 feet.  As with most of the world's glaciers, the Exit Glacier is receding.  We noticed the viewing area had been moved further up the glacier since our last visit, an effort by the Park Service to give visitors a chance to be close before the Exit retreats forever, out of our reach.

      The glacial blue ice and dusty white snow surface of a glacier never ceases to amaze.

                       Some might say that we have our heads in the clouds.  If so, it feels great!

Trying to find camping in Seward for the night of July 3, on the eve of Mount Marathon was as difficult as we had anticipated.  However, the smell of reindeer sausage and kettle corn wafting from the tents downtown made it a priority to find a piece of pavement large enough to place the Hawk and to allow us to consume and explore.  After several failed attempts taking us further than we had ever been, beyond the city of Seward and wrapping around Resurrection Bay to Lowell Point, also the end of this dirt road.  Bill made one last futile, albeit brave, attempt to secure a parking place from a private homeowner, something untried by us in the past, but perhaps a new go to move in desperate times!  By the grace of God, or so it would seem, we were blessed upon our return to Seward to see a sign for parking in a small church yard.  $10 and we were saved, Praise the Lord!

                                                            

                                                                    All dressed up for the 4th

 Checking out the top of Mt. Marathon, thinking, "ya, sure, hey...  really, I'm not kidding,  I think I COULD make it!" 

This year's Mt. Marathon Race roster showed 482 men,468 women, 435 boys and 130 girls with numbers.  All were prepared to run, scramble and claw their way to the top, into the fog and clouds before turning around to slide and slip back down, finishing on Seward's main street to the cheers of envious admirers like us!

(to be continued)