Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Sunday, September 7, 2014
The time in Alaska wasn't simply spent sightseeing. Namely. . .
I knit my first lace shawl thanks to a Craftsy class. With the final stitches in place, I arrived home quite eager to try my hand at blocking. . .
Now I not only feel like a more legitimate knitter, but I also feel quite excited for autumn!
Anything on your needles, crochet hook, or project pile?
Friday, September 5, 2014
The third and final part in my telling of our Alaskan adventure [you can find the other two parts here and here]. . .
With a view of Denali behind us, we drove up to Fairbanks in something of a daze. A dumpster fire the next morning, therefore, served as a kind of jolt back into reality. Hotel alarms screeched through the building as we scrambled outside in our pajamas.
A couple firetrucks later and safety (if not sleep:) was restored. Having been awakened to warmth, we switched gears to enjoy the "cool" ice museum down the street.
Then we drove (along a beautiful coastline and through a frightful one-lane tunnel) to meet a boat called "Norwegian Sun" in an ironic downpour of rain.
Getting aboard was frazzling for our new-to-cruising selves, and we wondered if this was one of our lesser ideas.
Then we saw how efficiently our room was laid out and how the balcony kept us from feeling claustrophobic with a gentle breeze and nice view. Our "nice view" became incredible when Hubbard Glacier appeared.
The next day we enjoyed a walk along the shore of a coastal village.
We adjusted to time on the water, picking up lemonade and snacks at the cafeteria, Sudoku puzzles in the library, meals at the restaurant, and exercise on the deck track (did I mention the fact that we ate a lot of food?:)
We read and rested while on the waves, walking off the boat to say transient hellos to Juno. . .
Juno's Mendenhall Glacier. . .
and Juno's rain (forcing us to sport jackets full of extra sweatshirts). . .
as well as greet Ketchikan. . .
and Ketchikan's salmon swimming upstream.
Perhaps my favorite thing to meet was the Tracy Arm Fjord.
An afternoon of sailing through the fjord brought us up close and personal to South Sawyer glacier.
Even when we weren't in at an especially scenic spot, the views were worth admiring.
The time became a happy blur.
We parted from the boat a bit hesitantly.
We plunged into a morning of sightseeing in Vancouver before finally catching our flights home.
Needless to say, our trip has left fondness towards Alaska in its wake.
Now to adventure into September. . . Thanks for reading!
Thursday, September 4, 2014
Any guesses as to who has arrived home? Yep, that would be me:) I've slowly been returning to the world of humidity and internet connection and oh-my-it's-my-senior-year-of-highschool. For now, however, I'm back here to share more of our Alaskan adventure. . .
Denali National Park loomed on the horizon miles before it officially began. We first admired it at an especially picturesque turn off of the main road.
Once we finally reached the it's border, we learned that cars are only allowed a few miles into the wild. Specially designated bus rides, however, were available for deeper treks. The promise of wildlife sightings and singular landscape made us agree to an eight-hour roundtrip excursion.
I sipped tea and we slipped out of civilization. There were times we feared we would slip off of the road too! All the while a certain keen woman kept us looking out the windows with calls like, "BEAR. . . MOOSE. . . SOMETHING! 3 O'CLOCK!"
Thankfully the excitement didn't get to our bus driver who kept the wheels carefully connected to the gravel. We even enjoyed an unusually clear day.
This view of Mount McKinley (or simply "Denali") stunned us. It looked like fairytale material with snowy peaks and wispy clouds. I believe it was this moment that made me appreciate the gravel road.
I'm still a bit enamored with Denali. I'm also stuck on the reality of a fjord. More on that soon. . .