After our time in Alaska, Choppy and I headed home, via a very, very non-direct route, as I had weddings to attend in Butte, Montana and Sonoma, California before heading back to Indiana. I guess after you’ve traveled something like 9,000 miles over the previous month, a detour of a couple thousand miles doesn’t really seem like a big deal. I used this as an opportunity to take more pictures (and partake of open bars at both weddings).
This is the view I get on our walks. Beautiful scenery and dog butt. It does leave something to be desired.
Climbing on a glacier is pretty cool (pun intended. Just like when I made the exact same joke in the previous post). It’s also far dirtier than I expected, which you can see from Choppy’s feet. At this point in the trip, I had stopped caring how dirty Choppy was.
With my sister back in Minnesota, it was back to taking pictures with the tripod. Note my choice in footwear for this glacier climb. Those sandals were definitely not glacier-appropriate. Also? Walking on a glacier is slippery. You’d think someone who grew up in Wisconsin and is thus very familiar with ice would realize that walking on a giant sheet of ice would be slippery. On this point, you would be wrong (well, at least as it pertains to me).
One thing I didn’t expect in Alaska: swans. Specifically, wild swans. They were everywhere, and yet I never got tired of seeing them.
Choppy and I headed up to Chicken as we left Alaska. While we saw many chicken-related items while we were there, we did not see any real, live chickens. Key West, it is not.
That it is not Key West was further confirmed by the temperature. It was August 24. Also? My car really needed to be cleaned at this point.
On our way home, Choppy and I drove the Top of the World Highway, a gravel road in the Yukon that is almost entirely above the tree line. For a place without trees (and with a horrendously low temperature), it was gorgeous. Though I was happy to come down out of the mountains and warm up.