It is Sunday morning,6:40 am Alaskan time , I am pleasantly tired and yet at the same time enervated. Yesterday was a long, fun day. Alicia and I hit the farmer’s market in downtown Anchorage yesterday picking up some souvenirs and just enjoying the sunny morning. This market is huge, well organized and fun. The vendors are warm and easy to talk with. One booth was Quivet who specialize in making clothing from the underbelly of the musk ox. According to them, it is softer than wool and warmer. The sweater was $700 so you won’t be getting any of those, but they were just delectable. You just wanted to stroke them. Oh yes, I asked how you would clean them and they said you just shampooed them and hung them to dry. Evidently, they last a lifetime. At another booth there were fur slippers for babies to adults. We considered buying some for Asher, but decided he wouldn’t get a lot of use out of them.
Every item here is made from natural resources. Nothing is made from plastic.
There are plenty of food booths and it all looks mouth watering including the grilled ears of corn. Speaking of food, I am continually surprised by how cosmopolitan the food choices are here. They have sushi, teriyaka, Mexican, and the normal fast food stops. Luckily, we had breakfasted at Johan’s, a local restaurant. They had the best food
especially the sourdough bread. Freshly made and light as could be. I also found
fruit on the menu and that was a first. This is a meat and potatoes world with meat being the centerpiece of everything. Unlike Sarah Palin, I haven’t had a moose burger yet, but there are so many options that your head just whirls trying to make a decision.
We left Anchorage and headed along the Seward Highway to the Portage area in the Chugach (pronounced CHEW-GI-ASH) National Forest where we hiked to a glacier. The
Seward is a two lane highway that wends its way along the edge of the mountains
next to Alaska Bay which is a part of the Pacific Ocean. Alicia and Will have seen a pod of whales there on a previous trip, but we had no such luck today. You can’t imagine how high the mountains are here. I am having a tough time just seeing them and it won’t translate on to the camera. I downloaded 174 pictures last night and am in the process of captioning them. That was from Thursday through Saturday.
At Portage, we hiked about a mile into the forest to get to the glacier. The path was bordered by assorted plants including ferns and others I couldn’t begin to identify. The path parallels a river that ran very fast and the loud rush of the water was something I
hadn’t heard before. The river is partially filled with runoff from the glacier.
The snow melts thus constantly feeding the river. I had my jacket on for the walk, but ended up taking it off since it was too warm. When we got near the water, the chill from it cooled us both down. When we arrived at the glacier, it made the whole day worthwhile. It was so wonderful.
Words fail me in describing how it feels to stand there in this small valley surrounded by those imposing mountains hearing the stream run strong and fast looking at the snow ahead and above you. You could, and we did, sit on the snow although as we were taking the pictures we were yelling. “Hurry up! This is cold and my tush is getting wet.” You could see crevices where the snow had fallen down and know this was a small example of how it would be in the mountains in winter. Many of the visitors walked up the snow bank and I was struck by how small these folk looked against the backdrop of the
mountains. We could only think how much Michele and Cliff would love it up here.
I love it here and could stay sitting on the wall built for observation for hours looking and absorbing. There is nothing that man can ever achieve to surpass what God has given us.