Day 48 - July 18 - Homer to Seward - 167 miles

Retraced our route back up the Sterling Highway, through Soldotna, then turned right onto the Seward Highway.  We stopped briefly in Soldotna to take a look at the Kenai River, which was fast flowing, turquoise in color.   Once on the bridge, Clancy panicked due to the noise of the vehicles crossing the expansion joint.  Then he realized that the bridge was swaying, and that it was a long way down to the ground below (we weren't even over the river yet).   He was struggling at the end of his leash, so I had to get down to his level and calm him down, and wound up carrying him off the bridge.  Even after that, he wanted nothing more than to get into his safe space in the truck, so he tugged and pulled on his leash all the way back, about half a mile.   I was concerned that his leash or collar might fail, and then he would be out in the traffic, so I carried him some more.  Poor poodle!

The rest of the ride was uneventful, except for the smoke from the recent fires that were still smoldering.

 After setting up camp, we took a visit to the Kenai Fjords National Park, and the Exit Glacier.  We walked about a mile up to the glacier, and back.  Wow, didn't realize the strength of the wind that blows down off the glacier. 

Exit Glacier

Dianne, on the trail to Exit Glacier

Exit Glacier

Exit Glacier

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Day 53 - July 23 - Palmer to Valdez - 262 miles

Image
We followed the Matanuska River from Palmer, along Highway 1, past Moose Creek and Chickaloon, to the Matanuska Glacier.  Impressive sight, but no photos.  The air had quite a bit of smoke, so it was not too picturesque.  In Glenallen, we made a right turn onto Highway 4, heading south toward Valdez.  Shortly, we pulled into the visitor center for Wrangell-Elias National Park.   Wow, would have never known that this national park is the size of Switzerland, with more mountains.   Again, smoke obscured the sky, but we were able to see the outline of one of the volcanos.   Like Denali, most of this national park is wild, as there are only two unimproved roads entering the park (60 mile dirt road).  After the visitor center, Highway 4 headed south through the Copper Valley, heading up to Thompson Pass. It was a little drizzly going over the pass, which is only 2600 feet, but drops down to sea level in five miles.  Not like the Sierra Nevada, whe...
Read more

Day 67 - August 7 - Telkwa, BC to Prince George, BC -

Image
Another non-eventful day of driving, our last day with the Fantasy RV Tours caravan.  So sad that we will be saying goodbye to everyone tonight. I went for a short bicycle ride after we were set up, then we prepared for our farewell dinner.  It was a nice event, and every rig was awarded a certificate for something special (or not so special!)   Dianne and I were awarded a certificate for the most surprising entertainment, meaning the bagpipes, which came out for the first time way back in Fort Nelson, and were requested many times throughout the trip. We agreed with several fellow travelers that this was not "goodbye," but rather "see you on the road."  We fully intend to keep in touch with this group, and to stop in and say hello when we are in their area of the country. After the dinner, I played in the park, wearing my utility kilt.  Everyone appreciated it, including one of our travel mates who came out of his rig in his underwear to take photos....
Read more

Day 63 - August 3 - Nugget City, Yukon to Dease Lake, BC - 170 miles, 9.9 mpg

Exiting the RV Park, we were supposed to turn left after 1/2 mile.  Well, the navigator missed that part, and we wound up going almost all the way to Watson Lake, 13 miles later. We realized the mistake much earlier, but there was no place to turn around.  On a more positive note (well, not really, not wanting to capitalize on others' misfortune...), nine rigs missed the turn.  Some realized earlier than others, and were able to turn around earlier. On a more positive note, it was a beautiful drive through forested valleys and mountains.  We came across a momma bear and two cubs.  The cubs were wrestling in the middle of the road.  I stopped well away, but an oncoming car was not slowing down.  I stood out on my running board, and waved my arms, trying to flag him down, even though my flashers were on.  He finally stopped, and the passenger was taking photos of the momma bear to the right of their vehicle.  She did not like that they were s...
Read more