July 8th, 2006
Seward, AK - Talkeetna, AK
We returned again to Kenai Fjords National Park, this time taking the easier hikes we had missed in our epic the previous day. T'was early in the day, and the masses hadn't flocked in yet - which enabled us to quietly escape off the main trail and walk directly to the Glacier itself.
Seeing the Glacier close enough to touch it and walk on it, was far superior to viewing it at a safe distance. Team Xtreme, huh. At no point did the Gregg or I feel we were in peril from falling glacial bits and pieces.
We left Seward after this, journeying to Talkeetna about 8 hours north. Gregg's friend Colin, or 'Rusty Nail', was up there with his band, Boone Webb playing at the Mountain High Pizza Pie in town.
We rolled into Talkeetna to find ourselves smack dab in the middle of the Moose Dropping Festival - whose genesis is unknown to me. I do know however, that everyone in town was wearing a small numbered piece of petrified poop on a safety pin, in hopes of winning some cash when a plane dropped poop from the sky later that day. Delicious!
The sun had come out and the shorts and flip flops had finally come on. The band (Boone Webb) played for hours on an outdoor patio, keeping me up until midnight - well past my bedtime nowadays.
By the time sleep finally came, I had an enormous headache, which was stay with me and plague my sleep all night long.
We returned again to Kenai Fjords National Park, this time taking the easier hikes we had missed in our epic the previous day. T'was early in the day, and the masses hadn't flocked in yet - which enabled us to quietly escape off the main trail and walk directly to the Glacier itself.
Seeing the Glacier close enough to touch it and walk on it, was far superior to viewing it at a safe distance. Team Xtreme, huh. At no point did the Gregg or I feel we were in peril from falling glacial bits and pieces.
We left Seward after this, journeying to Talkeetna about 8 hours north. Gregg's friend Colin, or 'Rusty Nail', was up there with his band, Boone Webb playing at the Mountain High Pizza Pie in town.
We rolled into Talkeetna to find ourselves smack dab in the middle of the Moose Dropping Festival - whose genesis is unknown to me. I do know however, that everyone in town was wearing a small numbered piece of petrified poop on a safety pin, in hopes of winning some cash when a plane dropped poop from the sky later that day. Delicious!
The sun had come out and the shorts and flip flops had finally come on. The band (Boone Webb) played for hours on an outdoor patio, keeping me up until midnight - well past my bedtime nowadays.
By the time sleep finally came, I had an enormous headache, which was stay with me and plague my sleep all night long.
posted by Samantha Farbman at 9:57 PM
1 Comments:
Dropping poop from the sky? WTF. And that last picture puts the sounds of the "O Brother Where Art Thou" soundtrack in my head...
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