South Central Alaska is veiled in wispy fog

• June 29, 2023
• By Daryl
• 1 Comment

Wind is stifled with intermittent rain. The calmness and sounds of “wolves” howling, echo from seemingly far away, yet nearby, dissolved into a mysterious wonder.

Later, dog sledding dogs for tourism riding are found on both sides of the campground.
Mystery solved.

Eagles regularly fly over, carrying nest material. The sun pierced the fog as windy gusts push the fog down unseen canyons. Translucent images appear, and a crown of snow stretches down mountains, appearing to be so close and majestic. A rainbow image adds a colorful visual, across the renegade mountains.

An Eagle lands next to the river, called a braided river, due to all the different areas the glacier melts, as it runs into a single river.
The Eagles sharp eyes are scanning for movement, yet his feathers are frozen still.

All shades of grey atmosphere glow incessantly for days on end. The smell of pure air is like a few places on Earth. Water is so pure, it appears to be turquoise. American Bald Eagles pass periodically as we pretend we are the only people around. Damn the fog, we are going in. Our Bug chugs up the canyon as the veil of the fog clears to reveal the mountains and glaciers, high above.
The streams run fast, exposing small trees to the water-covered ground. Potholes and frost heaves mark the road, so we drive 15 miles under the speed limit. Some people “wave” at us, and angrily pass us.

We can see Exit Glacier on the left, as we turn up the canyon. It is a hike of just over two miles, to the Glacier Overlook.

The air is so pure, with the moisture of the ancient glacial waters racing by. The smoothed boulders show a surface with parallel scratches from the ever-moving glacier’s historic march to the sea.