my mom arrived in Anchorage on July 19 to accompany me back to Austin,
our first destination was Seward. It was so cloudy by the time we
got close, though, that we decided to camp at the side of the road
to see if the clouds would lift so we could see more of the glorious
mountains I knew we were missing.
Here is a view
of where we spent the night. Now THIS is what I call a great boon-docking
place! The next day we went on into Seward and waited three days,
but it rained or was cloudy the entire time.
Look at the
beautiful pink fireweed. They were in their glory during this time
and they adorned the highways magnificently.
last night in Seward was the nicest. We moved from the city campground
to a scenic pulloff at the side of a stream on the road to Exit
Glacier. Even though it was still mostly cloudy, there was enough
of a view visible of the surrounding mountains to marvel at, and
the sound of the rushing glacial stream was soothing and nice to
sleep to. Here's the view of our 2nd boondocking experience.
next morning we visited the glacier and took lots of pictures, none
of which managed to capture the very specific and special blue of
the age-old ice as it tumbles down the mountain, splitting into
jagged crevices and interesting towering shapes.
look at the massive waterfalls streaming down the massive mountainsides!
are several places marked along the trail that shows where the glacier
was at certain timeframes and clearly shows how much it has receded,
especially in modern times. It was a glorious thing to see and we
really enjoyed it.
then took off for Homer. Even though I had been there before mom
arrived, it had been one of my favorite spots and I wanted her to
see it. On our way back, at the junction where we had to decide
to go on or go back to Seward, the weather was so clear, we just
had to give Seward another chance.
the entire route was filled with breathtaking mountains as we
passed lakes and streams glistening in the sun. We went back to
our waterfront camp spot at the city campground and marveled at
how different it looked now. The same eagle we had watched sitting
on one of the piers right outside our door returned and he seemed
happier in the sunshine, also.
Mom is still
in the "I can't believe I'm really in Alaska" stage
and it's fun to see her pinch herself to make sure she's not dreaming
anymore. She says of all the places she's ever seen in her life,
this is certainly the most beautiful. Her favorite, like mine,
is the larger-than-life mountains - just the sheer size and scope
of such beauty can be overwhelming and incredibly powerful. All
this, being framed by the most vividly colored flowers imaginable
growing in profusion at the side of the road, makes your neck
ache from looking back and forth trying not to miss anything.