Things seemed more real, more possible there. I thought, maybe if I wanted to I could actually get an aeroplane and a log cabin and go rock climbing and river rafting and all that stuff you need a membership and special privileges for down south.
Things are more open and a little more wild here than I ever recall Washington being. We parked our camper by a river and built a fire without getting a ticket or somebody whining about it.
Everything is much bigger; mountains, rocks, trees, so your depth perception gets all screwed up and you imagine the people are just much tinier here.
The parental units have even considered moving back up; they've decided that they'll never be Washingtonians.
Auckh, tourists! This is during the marathon race in Seward. I *suppose* campers would be more forgiveable as Seward is a bit isolated and the 4th of July fest is all weekend. But the festivities are smaller nowadays, and like Anchorage, Seward has become more touristy over the years.
Damn scanner. The sign says "SEWARD MUSEUM / COMMUNITY SENIOR CENTER" Think about it...
At the beach of my mom's cousin's fishing place again, where Brian revels in the warm-chocolate mud. I couldn't be bothered with the consequences of getting all the mud off later. |
An old watermill. The place is called "Moose Creek" or something like that, and my parents hadn't visited in years. There was a lake there, with lots of planes parked in it. |
A trail leading to the glaciers. At least I think. I was never able to go all the way. Long story. Still pisses me off. It was a cool trail. |
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The scanner doesn't do justice to the blueness of this glacier. I was having an asthma attack at the time, otherwise I'd have gotten closer. |
Another glacier, during the cruise. Whenever a chunk of ice would hit the boat it'd go *bonnggg*. |
Finally some action! You gotta keep sharp cuz we were so far away, once you heard it, the slide was already over with. This thing was HUGE. |
Six of us plus Uncle Butch packed into a medium-sized camper, and three growing boys all wanting to sleep in that little nook over the driver's area. |
Uncle "Butchy" Howard, my dad's foster bro, momentarily distracted in the sandbox |
Karena says there are two seasons in Alaska: Winter and Construction. There's the parents, hi parents. We're on our way to the Dimond center to kill time til our flight home. |
There's Washington! From the plane. And they said it would never come out-- HA! |
That Boeing building by the airport. I was feelin' clicky. See the plane's shadow? If only I'd clicked a half-second afterward.. |
At the airport, late afternoon, waiting for our ride home. |
Pics from Alaska part I
Random and Artsy pics
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