Having been anchored to Australia for a very long time (and I must admit there are much worse places to be confined), I now find myself in a position to travel once again and be a stranger learning about different cultures, ways of thinking and also ways of eating. I have wanted to visit Alaska and Turkey for such a long time and it's hard to believe I'm about to make it. I still have no real concept of what I'm about to experience but - bring it on!
For my friends.
The reason for this blog is twofold. Firstly, to share my wonderful experiences with you at your leisure and to keep me feeling in touch with you during my long absence from home. If any of you find a way to type an Aussie accent, I would be really appreciative! Don't forget to check out "older posts" at the bottom.
Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy it from time to time.
Carmel
Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy it from time to time.
Carmel
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Alaskan wild flowers.
Although they may be small, they are plentiful. And I don't know what they are except Alaskan wild flowers and I like them. Some are white, some are purple, some are yellow, some are pink and they're pretty.... Enjoy!
Up,up and away.
Calves from Bear Glacier |
Having decided I was a true Alaskophile, heading into our last day was not a good feeling. Just near the Trail Lake Lodge was a light plane flight operator who had said he would give our group, probably any group, a cut rate if we could make up the numbers and fly us over the glaciers and icefield. One of our members bit the bullet and organised the whole thing and I was one of the brave souls who went up. The aviation industry in Alaska is very busy in summer and also has its share of accidents but I couldn't miss this opportunity for one last hurrah.
The flight took us from Seward, down Resurrection Bay, up Aialik Bay, around the glacier, over the Harding Icefields and down the other side and then back to Seward and it was stunning.
Seward from the air. |
Aialik Glacier from the air. |
A black bear with the beach all to himself.
Up and over Aialik Glacier.
"I think I need to get out!"
Hi Everyone!
OK, we've had a bit of a taste of glaciers and going to Exit Glacier was a fantastic experience but it is a very well behaved glacier. It isn't at all threatening and is easily accessible and it makes friends with thousands of people every week, I should imagine. Although it's constantly changing and moving, it strikes me more as a somewhat dormant glacier. However, there are some glaciers that are really active, not so accessible and very exciting to see - very active glaciers. Such was my experience of our day out on Resurrection Bay.
We had been warned that it could be "a little bit rough" on our way around the peninsula from Resurrection Bay and, for those who are inclined to be a bit queasy, to take precautions. However, it's really all in the mind and you can talk yourself out of it. Sound advice from an ex Marine. So having given myself a good talking to as well as taking travel sickness prevention medication AND wearing the ever trusty acupoint bands (hopefully in the right place and which I checked at least ten times), I set out absolutely certain I was going to be fine. I hadn't come all this way to be a squib and I was not going to miss this experience.
Further down the Resurrection Bay towards the Gulf of Alaska, the cliff faces were magnificent, typically wild and rough and full of rookeries of migratory birds. So beautiful.
OK, we've had a bit of a taste of glaciers and going to Exit Glacier was a fantastic experience but it is a very well behaved glacier. It isn't at all threatening and is easily accessible and it makes friends with thousands of people every week, I should imagine. Although it's constantly changing and moving, it strikes me more as a somewhat dormant glacier. However, there are some glaciers that are really active, not so accessible and very exciting to see - very active glaciers. Such was my experience of our day out on Resurrection Bay.
We had been warned that it could be "a little bit rough" on our way around the peninsula from Resurrection Bay and, for those who are inclined to be a bit queasy, to take precautions. However, it's really all in the mind and you can talk yourself out of it. Sound advice from an ex Marine. So having given myself a good talking to as well as taking travel sickness prevention medication AND wearing the ever trusty acupoint bands (hopefully in the right place and which I checked at least ten times), I set out absolutely certain I was going to be fine. I hadn't come all this way to be a squib and I was not going to miss this experience.
Further down the Resurrection Bay towards the Gulf of Alaska, the cliff faces were magnificent, typically wild and rough and full of rookeries of migratory birds. So beautiful.
What was that about wild and rough? Think positive! Think positive!
Oops, what's happening here? I wish I was a Marine!
I managed to stay relatively in control for quite some time by concentrating very hard on the conversation and not opening my mouth. Then someone asked me about the health system in Australia (of all things!) and I lost it. Not wanting to panic anyone, I quietly and calmly said, "I think I need to get out" and everyone shot out of their seats like a canon. Even in my state of extreme queasiness, I had to laugh. No longer Elderhostel trippers. Now as fast as Olympic sprinters. Fresh air certainly helped but it seemed like an eternity that I was hanging on tightly and slowly losing all feeling in my extremities. Finaaly we were in the calmer waters of Aialik Bay and left the Gulf of Alaska behind (for now). And so on to Aialik Glacier.
I managed to stay relatively in control for quite some time by concentrating very hard on the conversation and not opening my mouth. Then someone asked me about the health system in Australia (of all things!) and I lost it. Not wanting to panic anyone, I quietly and calmly said, "I think I need to get out" and everyone shot out of their seats like a canon. Even in my state of extreme queasiness, I had to laugh. No longer Elderhostel trippers. Now as fast as Olympic sprinters. Fresh air certainly helped but it seemed like an eternity that I was hanging on tightly and slowly losing all feeling in my extremities. Finaaly we were in the calmer waters of Aialik Bay and left the Gulf of Alaska behind (for now). And so on to Aialik Glacier.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
The Kenai Peninsula.
So, the next part of our Alaskan adventure involved a day on a bus driving from Denali to Moose Pass. Yes, I did smirk a bit when I first heard it too. Thought it sounded like something from an old movie but, needless to say, it was named for obvious reasons and it's a great place to stay. It took about eight hours in a very comfortable coach to make the journey so there was plenty of time to sleep, read, listen to Radio National podcasts I had downloaded before we left Portland and revisit some of the places we had seen on the way up (like Wasilla!! Oh do forgive me Sarah.) We did stop at one place to stretch our legs which was a memorial to local Inuit soldiers who had died in war. I was really taken with the sculpture.
More snow capped mountains! |
We finally got to Moose Pass and our hotel. It crept up on me. We're in Moose Pass? I didn't see it coming. That's because it's a tiny community sprinkled along the highway but what a great place to stay. I'm sure we stayed there because it's only 30 minutes from Seward, the capital of Alaska, and it's a way to keep costs down but it was wonderful to spend some time in a small Alaskan community and to hear from the locals about their lives in that part of the world.
Trail Lake Lodge and surrounds. |
The motel bus. |
The Pavilion and Ben in the foreground. |
Did you know that moose racks (horns) can weigh 40 pounds or more? Fancy carrying that around on your head! I'd be a bit cranky too. I lifted one horn with some effort and that was 22 pounds. They have two of them to carry around.
The next morning when I headed over to the Pavilion for breakfast, I discovered why the motel was so named. It is on the edge of a beautiful lake. Wow, my new Tai Chi studio! My room at home is going to seem very wanting after all these beautiful places over here. On the positive side, I will have my two little companions to step over every morning. I hope they remember how to do it after all this time! The lake has many moods: a bit brooding like this, absolutely glorious when the sun is out and the mountains are reflected in it but always very peaceful. In winter, I'm told, it freezes over. I'd love to experience that.
We went to see a native archeological site, K'Beq. While there wasn't an enormous amount to see, the entertainment was spectacular. The woman who was in charge of the place was a fountain of information about the way of life of the indigenous people, how they lived, their family life, what they ate, their language and their dances. The site is beside a river which was full of salmon at the time and set among a forest of trees. This lady's enthusiasm carried that day and we had an enormous amount of fun learning some of the songs and dances.
That afternoon, we went on rafts down the river and it wasn't half as scary as I expected. We saw how the salmon season was in full swing with some fishing spots numbered and defined to avoid arguments about territory. There were families out with their children and their dogs all trying to hook a salmon or two. There were people in dingies drifting down the river with the flow which was quite strong. There were lots of bird life. And the sun came out and it was quite hot in all our gear.
After disrobing, quite an undertaking with all our gear, it was back to Moose Pass for dinner and then a chat/ scientific discussion about the geology of the area by one of those young, enthusiastic and very knowledgeable young rangers. Believe me, I didn't need any rocking to get to sleep on this trip.
The next morning at breakfast I heard a very good suggestion from one of our group. There are some of us who are just not rise and shiners, so why not allocate a table for us. We can sit there in silence and scowl to our hearts' content and not offend anyone. That got my vote.
After breakfast, we went to Seward for an interesting morning at the Alaska Sea Life Centre. It was establised about 20 years ago with some of the money from Exon Valdeez settlement. We heard about their work there, the research they do, their animal rescue program and plenty more. One young worker told us about her job as a trainer. it was her job to rain the animals to perform task that would make it possible for the vets to monitor them such as getting on and staying on scales or keeping their mouth open for dental checks. I want her job (but the place does smell a lot like fish!) Then we were free to wander around and see the displays. Of course, I wanted to see the otters. Aw, none on display. However, I did discover that these cute little creatures have the thickest fur of any mammal. They have no blubber and have to eat constantly to keep their temperature and energy up. At a later stage I felt some otter fur and it is beautiful and thick and soft. The display of sea birds was fantastic. You could view them form the surface and then go downstairs and watch them diving for food. For sheer overwhelming size and impressiveness, meet Woody, the big male sea lion. At the time he was a bit light on at 1800 pounds but would build up to his mating weight of about 2300 pounds over the summer. I hope he cooperates with his trainers, a cranky 2300 pound sea lion would be a bit intimidating. Photos compliments of Suzanne Graham.
Flexible too! |
Big is beautiful baby! |
Hello Dolly! |
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Forgotten highlights of Denali.
Hello again from Denali.
It occurred to me that I should explain my use of the term and I think it's the same use as the locals. Denali is the name the native people gave to Mt McKinley thousands of years ago. It means "the high one". The locals and the rangers now call the mountain Denali instead of Mt McKinley. The National Park is Denali National Park, sometimes shortened to Denali. There is also a town called Denali. It all sounds a bit confusing but hopefully sorts itself out in context. And, by the way, there is also a place called Glitter Gulch somewhere close by and that is where the shops and restaurants are but I didn't visit Glitter Gulch so I'm not sure exactly where it is.
However, there are a few little gems (for me) that weren't included in my previous post. Firstly was my "Tai Chi Studio".
Tai Chi Studio |
It was a quiet little verandah outside the office at the Denali Education Centre where we stayed. It overlooked the Nenano River, as did our cabin, and there was the constant sound of the glacial water rushing past. I can still hear the sound when I think of it and it still gives me great pleasure. It was wonderful to go there to do Tai Chi. I would close my eyes and listen to the river and the other sounds of the National Park across the way, feel the warmth of the sun and start my bow. Just beautiful. I tried doing the set with my eyes closed but I didn't get very far.... Besides it was such a magnificent scene to be a small part of.
Another little gem I found was an inukshuk by the Nenano River. I became enchanted by them when I was in Canada.
The little inukshuk. |
They are rocks piled in certain ways and are/were made by the inuit people to communicate among different groups important things for survival in the harsh climate of the arctic north. They tell of such things as the directions for safe trails across the ice and snow, where supplies have been stored or where a safe haven can be found in inhospitable places. An inukshuk was the symbol used for the Winter Olympics in Canada and it's message to visitors was "Safe passage, shelter and food". So I was delighted to find this spontaneous little inukshuk on the river bank. I don't know its message but I'm sure it was a good one. This little section of the river will one day become a billabong but Nan had a much more scientific name for it (which of course I can't remember).
Salmon fishing. |
As we sped along on the train trip from Anchorage to Denali, we passed a campsite out in the middle of nowhere. It was your typical rough, temporary campsite. One of the men was standing casting out into the river and swirling close by were hundreds of fish - salmon. Guess they had plenty of Omega-3 that weekend.
Looks can be deceiving. I'm not really an alcoholic! |
Free time on an Elderhostel trip is scarce but we did manage to find a very pleasant spot to reflect on the wonders of each day.
A message from above. |
More Alaskan wild life. |
Another puzzle. It has a large wing span. It's migratory. The males fly faster than the females. It has a large appetite for man made food. What is this Alaskan wild life frequently seen in the skies in summer?
The Kenai Peninsula is next, I promise.
Carmel
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Dogs in Alaska
Note: if you see a little sign at the bottom that says "Read more", it means I haven't run out of hot air and there's more to read if you like. I notice a comment from those concerned about cruelty to dogs during the race for your information.
When thinking about Alaska in the past, I had been curious about the sled dogs. As a dog lover, who wouldn't be? However, I really hadn't given it much thought. I knew I was looking forward to visiting some kennels and cuddling puppies and meeting some dogs but, as is the way of Alaska, I should have been prepared to be overwhelmed by the whole experience.
Our first visit was to the kennels housing the sled dogs used by the Park Rangers in Denali. As little aside, the rangers I met anywhere in the US were all young, enthusiastic, knowledgeable, polite and extremely cheerful young people who were just thrilled you were coming to visit and wanted to share their enthusiasm with you.

The young lady who talked to us about her job at the kennels was just the same. First we were free to wander around and meet the dogs. My first impression was that they all looked a bit scruffy but I soon realised they were working dogs and not suburban prima donnas who were regularly groomed. (I'm sure Jock wishes he could join their ranks when it comes to brush time.) And they are not your thorough bred Huskies. Nevertheless, they are divine.

When thinking about Alaska in the past, I had been curious about the sled dogs. As a dog lover, who wouldn't be? However, I really hadn't given it much thought. I knew I was looking forward to visiting some kennels and cuddling puppies and meeting some dogs but, as is the way of Alaska, I should have been prepared to be overwhelmed by the whole experience.
Our first visit was to the kennels housing the sled dogs used by the Park Rangers in Denali. As little aside, the rangers I met anywhere in the US were all young, enthusiastic, knowledgeable, polite and extremely cheerful young people who were just thrilled you were coming to visit and wanted to share their enthusiasm with you.
The young lady who talked to us about her job at the kennels was just the same. First we were free to wander around and meet the dogs. My first impression was that they all looked a bit scruffy but I soon realised they were working dogs and not suburban prima donnas who were regularly groomed. (I'm sure Jock wishes he could join their ranks when it comes to brush time.) And they are not your thorough bred Huskies. Nevertheless, they are divine.
It was a hot day when we visited the kennels and the dogs, like us were not too enthusiastic about it. However there was no need to fear being snarled at or barked at because they just love people. Everyone who wanted them got lots of dogie cuddles and licks that day but it still wasn't enough for me. The ranger explained that the sled dogs are not an officially recognised breed of dogs because they are bred for a purpose not a set of specifications. They are bred for long legs for running through the snow, for endurance not speed, for their temperament and keenness to please the musher, for paws that facilitate running in snow, for long, bushy tails that can wrap around their nose and keep them warm when sleeping outside in the snow and probably a lot more.
The dogs and sleds are used to patrol Denali National Park in winter. Noisy machines are not allowed and there are very few roads anyway. It is also one way of maintaining an important part of Alaskan history. The rangers have cabins (as you have seen) set up in various positions in the park and they patrol from there. These cabins were once accommodation for workers who built some of the roads and were moved to various places around the park for use mostly in winter. They are set up with food and provisions ready for the winter. Mostly the dogs sleep outside in the snow. Brrr! I hope I'm not a sled dog in my next life! Here's a brief glimpse of some of the rangers' equipment.

So after some information giving, it was time to hook up the dogs. And I thought the rangers was enthusiastic .... the noise was deafening! They all wanted a turn! In the end five lucky ones were chosen and they were nearly jumping out of their skins to start. It was absolute madness with dogs barking because they were excited to be going and other dogs barking because they wanted a turn. Usually eight or ten dogs pull a fully loaded sled but this time it was only five because there was only the ranger and off she went hanging on for grim death. Those in the know were most surprised when she rounded the corner on the home straight and had not been thrown off - no snow to slow the dogs down and a light load into the bargain. I really wanted her job!
While she talked some more about the dogs and their role in the park other kennel personal came and gave the dogs water and sat with them because they wanted to go again and were really vocal about it. I wonder if kennel workers get industrial deafness. Those dogs have very loud voices.
One more quick whip around for a few more pats and licks and I had to leave.
So after some information giving, it was time to hook up the dogs. And I thought the rangers was enthusiastic .... the noise was deafening! They all wanted a turn! In the end five lucky ones were chosen and they were nearly jumping out of their skins to start. It was absolute madness with dogs barking because they were excited to be going and other dogs barking because they wanted a turn. Usually eight or ten dogs pull a fully loaded sled but this time it was only five because there was only the ranger and off she went hanging on for grim death. Those in the know were most surprised when she rounded the corner on the home straight and had not been thrown off - no snow to slow the dogs down and a light load into the bargain. I really wanted her job!
While she talked some more about the dogs and their role in the park other kennel personal came and gave the dogs water and sat with them because they wanted to go again and were really vocal about it. I wonder if kennel workers get industrial deafness. Those dogs have very loud voices.
One more quick whip around for a few more pats and licks and I had to leave.
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