Sunday, September 9, 2012

Sunday Stroll

This morning we took Ripley up to Flattop for a little walk.  Nothing too strenuous, just a walk down powerline pass to get his noodles out.  We hadn't been up to Flattop since our camping failure a couple of weeks back.

When we woke up, it was 30 degrees outside (did I mention it's fall here?!), so we bundled up and headed out for the walk.  It was no big adventure, but I'm glad we remembered the camera...


What's that peeking through the trees?  Here, let me zoom in on that picture for you...


Oh hi there.


The lady moose was having a honey badger kind of morning, meaning that she clearly doesn't care about anything, not even us and our crazy dog.  She was even eating while lying down, which is a trick that Fro also likes to do. She's that lazy.

After a few minutes of posing for photos, our new friend decided she'd had enough and put her head down to rest.  It's a hard life when all you do is chew all day.  


Hope you all had a great weekend!  And...if you don't know what the honey badger reference was about, (meaning you live in a hole because this clip has had 50 MILLION views) you can watch this you tube clip and get yourself in on the joke.  Advance warning, there's profanity, so click at your own risk (sorry Grandma).


Hatcher Pass

Yesterday we headed out to Hatcher Pass - a frequent recommendation of my coworkers who, it turns out, are good recommendation givers - in search of some fall color.  Hatcher Pass is only about 30 minutes outside of Palmer, so it's a pretty easy day trip from Anchorage.  Apologies in advance - we took HUNDREDS of pictures yesterday, so I had a hard time picking only a few to share on the blog.  I think I ended up "narrowing" it down to 40 or so.  I'll try to keep the writing to a minimum so you don't have to spend hours reading about our Saturday.  

On Tuesday night, we had a pretty nasty windstorm in Anchorage.  They recorded 130 mph gusts on the hillside above our house and a ton of trees fell victim to the wind.  We never really lost power for more than a minute or two, but it was a crazy storm, and some people lost power for several days.  We even got a day off work on Wednesday because of the damage and the power outages!  When the clouds cleared, there was snow all over the tops of the mountains in town.  A taste of things to come! Knowing all that, when we headed up to Hatcher Pass, we should not have been surprised by what we faced at the top of the pass (but, we were anyway).

SNOW!
The road up to the top of the pass is windy and goes through some great scenery along the Little Susitna River.  (No pictures because there's literally no place to pull over.)  As we got to the top and saw the parking area for the recreational stuff, we decided to head straight to the top of the pass first and then check out the main attraction - an old abandoned mining operation - on the way back down.  

On the way up the hill, we saw a little friend who was nice enough to pose for us.
The internet says he's an Arctic Ground Squirrel.  Cute!
We actually see them quite a bit when we go hiking and Ripley has chased his fair share.
The view from the top was pretty nice, and the snow was pretty fun to play in.  Especially for a certain black dog we brought along.





Ripley was running around in crazy circles just like he used to when we'd take him to the beach.  RUNNING FOR THE SAKE OF RUNNING!!

At the top was Summit Lake, which was little and almost black and looked verrrrrrry cold from where we stood.


mountains mountains everywhere!
On the way back down from the top the snow cleared and the scenery got even better. 



The cute little red buildings you can see in the picture above are tiny cabins you can rent.  Totally adorable.
Looking back at the cabins from the parking lot.  Not a shabby view, huh?
So we parked and headed out to explore.  We both figured we'd walk around for about a half hour or so, take some pictures and head home.  But there was so much cool stuff to see!  The parking lot right at the old mine was closed, so we had to park and walk about a mile up to the mine - an easy little hike with lots of pretty sights along the way.

Fireweed - after the blooms are gone, it turns a brilliant red, which is probably why it's called fireweed.


As we walked along the road we suddenly heard a loud screeching/screaming sound.  It sounded kind of like an eagle almost, but it was super loud and we saw no birds flying around.  We quickly spotted the source of the noise:


According to a sign at the mine talking about the local wildlife, this little friend is called a "hoary marmot."  I personally would have gone with "screech weasel."  I think that people need to be more descriptive when naming wildlife.  Andy and I thought he bore a striking resemblance to fro.  What do you think?




As we continued up the hill, we could see the mine.  We also heard more screeching.  A family of them took up residence in that tin shed in the foreground.  


Can you spot him?

In case you didn't notice, the weather was AMAZING yesterday.  The sky was so clear, you could even see the moon.   It was also so sunny that we had to bust out the polarizing lens for the camera so the pictures wouldn't be washed out.


We were pretty much the only people up around the mine when we got there.  It was fun to walk around and read about the history and check out all the deteriorating buildings.  Some of them are kept up as visitors centers, etc., but everything was already closed for the season.

The mine is officially (now) called the Independence Mine State Historic Park.  The mine originally opened in  1906 when Mr. Hatcher (fancy that) discovered gold in them there hills.  The mine became a really big operation where a bunch of people - including families - lived and worked year round.  There was even a little school among the buildings!  The mine really became busy in the 1940s and 50s and then closed in the mid 50s.  Now it's just a museum and even allows for recreational gold panning.  We did not bring our gold panning gear...mostly because we don't have any.  I really want to get some (which they sell at Fred Meyer!) but Andy would probably divorce me.

Anyway, check out some pictures of the mine:









I asked Ripley to pose with me and all he wanted to do was lick my sweaty face. 
From the top, we looked across the little valley and we could see a weird bowl.  I'd overheard a school group in the parking lot talking about going to see a lake around that area and we guessed that was it.  More on that later. 



Ripley loved running around aimlessly all over the trails around the mining equipment.  We're responsible dog owners for letting him do so.


So since we were already there, and the weird bowl shape seemed intriguing, we decided to hike up the mountain and check out the lake.  On the way up, we were treated with more great scenery. (and a snow-covered icy trail which was trying to make me fall, so I didn't take many pictures on the way...also, the battery was starting to die on the camera because we'd already taken about 200 pictures at this point and we hadn't charged it before the trip.  Amateur mistake.)

you can see the whole mine from here - pretty big deal!
About half way up to the lake, we passed an old cabin.  It had sod walls and was pretty run down.  But what a view! I'd totally live there.  


The sign means it's legitimately historic.
1930 is basically ancient history as far as Alaska is concerned.
 While the trail was a little treacherous at times with the snow and ice.  We were in for a treat when we hit the top.  Excellent views, as you probably could have guessed.  Hatcher Pass is super photogenic, unlike myself.  More pictures!





Even though it was freezing, Ripley went for a swim.  Of course he did.  I didn't get a picture because I wasn't expecting him to get in the water.  What was I thinking? 


On the way down, we saw our third kind of fancy rodent of the day - a pika!

Have you ever seen anything this adorable?  You haven't.  It's not possible.  
On the walk back down to the car, I was able to take one last picture of the beautiful fall colors and the awesome scenery.  Did I mention the scenery here was good?  This is like Eklutna levels of pretty...without the strenuous hiking!  This is going on the short list of places to take people when they come to visit.

End of an Era


On Friday, after having it on Craigslist for less than five days, we sold the Passat.  It was a great car, but we realized over the last couple of months that we really had no need for two cars now that we commute to and from work together and aren't often heading out in opposite directions around town.  This was made painfully obvious when Andy was giving it a once over before we put up the ad and he found this little gem right on top of the engine:

Yes, that's a rat's nest. 
We'll have to see how we do as a one-car household now.  I'm already excited about not having two insurance payments anymore! (and for having some more money in the bank).

Rest assured the car went to a good home - a nice kid in town who was really excited to buy it, even though he was about 10 when the car rolled off the efficient German assembly line.  When we were doing the paperwork he realized that he used to play hockey with Andy's nephew (who I guess is also my nephew, huh?).  Small world!

Monday, September 3, 2012

A Day in Seward

Happy Labor Day! In honor of the three day weekend, we decided to go on a new (to me) adventure.  We hopped in the car early and headed out to Seward, which is about a two hour drive south of Anchorage.  I was about to say east because that seemed right to me, but I just looked at a map and quickly remembered that the geography here is really weird and it's amazing I can make it to and from work every day without getting lost.  Anyway! Back to Seward.  

About 10 minutes from Seward is the Exit Glacier.  It's part of the Kenai Fjords National Park, and is actually the only portion of the national park that is accessible by road (there are a lot of really popular boat tours that go to the park...something we've put on the to-do list).  When we got there, Ripley got an important lesson in disappointment:

Yes, that sign says no pets.  He enjoyed the rest of this portion of the trip from the car. 
 We headed out sans dog on the roughly 1.5 mile trek to the glacier.



Glacier!

You can actually get pretty close to the glacier.  Along the way were lots of signs showing where the glacier was in years past and how you used to be able to walk on it.  Now there's a big cliff in front of the glacier, so no touching!


This place was pretty tourist-filled and we were able to get photographic evidence that we were both actually in the same place at the same time.

The view from the glacier was great.  Apparently, in the 1800s the glacier covered pretty much all of that green part you see.


From the pictures it's hard to get an idea of just how huge the glacier is.  I took this picture a few hundred yards from the glacier:


And here's the view of it from the road:

After we told Ripley about all the awesome smells he missed out on, we headed into Seward.  Actually, we decided to be nice to the dog and drove through town and headed straight to the "beach."

People were out in the water enjoying the last moments of fishing season.  We were on the beach for about a half hour and didn't see anyone catch anything.  But I'm sure the water was extra warm and fun for them to stand in.


Yes, it is technically September.  In other parts of the world, that's still summer.  Here, we're in the thick of fall already.


Ripley didn't mind that the water was cold and the sun wasn't shining.  He got to swim!


And pose.


And swim some more!


Despite the gray day, the scenery was unbeatable.  So far, Seward has my vote for prettiest town in Alaska.  That isn't really saying much since I've probably only seen .0001% of the state.


All the houses on the beach were on stilts.  Cute!


On the way back into the little town we saw a friend in the water:

Otter!
Back in town, we had lunch at Ray's (delicious fish and chips!) and enjoyed a beautiful view of the harbor.  It was an excellent day.


We'll definitely be back.  Seward is "famous" for a race they hold every 4th of July.  It's called the Mount Marathon race and, essentially, it involves a bunch of crazy people starting in town and then running UP a shale-covered mountain, and then sliding back down the mountain and finishing back in town.  The race is 3.1 miles (essentially a 5k), but it entails running 3,022 feet uphill (and then, again, sliding at terrifying speeds downwards).  Apparently the record is just over 43 minutes.  This year, one person was seriously injured and another person actually DIED running the race.  Even still, it's a really popular thing and is a popular spectator event.  I think next year we'll have to go check it out.