October 2010: Alberta; Washington, D.C.; New England

We got home from Alaska and British Columbia on the evening of September 21, and on the morning of September 28 we hit the road again. This trip would take us back to western Canada, followed by one week each in Washington, D.C., Boston, and southern Vermont. We would be away from home for the entire month of October, returning in early November.

The timing was prompted by the fact that the Lexington Group (consisting of railroad writers, historians and current and former railroaders) was holding its four-day annual meeting in Calgary, hosted by Canadian Pacific Railway. Since CP is one of Tom's favorite railroads, we had to be there.

Most of the meetings were held at the Fairmont Palliser Hotel, a former Canadian Pacific hotel in downtown Calgary that opened in 1914. Although the Palliser is no longer a CP property, as you walk around the building, you do find signs of its heritage as a railway hotel.

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The lobby is very traditional.

For the first two days, Tom attended meeting presentations, many of them focused on railroad operations in western Canada, past and present. He also had a chance to reconnect with friends and colleagues from various places he worked during his railroad career.

Tom took some time off on the first afternoon of the meeting so that we could go to the Glenbow Museum, just down the street from the hotel, to see an exhibit of works by the Colombian artist and sculptor, Fernando Botero, whose specialty is the rotund human form. After our trip to Colombia earlier this year, where we saw Botero reproductions all over Bogotá and Cartagena...

we were quite surprised to find a comprehensive exhibit of his work in Calgary. The Glenbow is one of the best museums we've been in, and while it emphasizes the art and culture of western Canada, it also devotes much of its space to works from other parts of the world.

The high point of the Lexington Group meeting came on the third day, with an “inspection trip” of the 82-mile CP route from Calgary to Banff. This would take us over the CP line along the Bow River, across the prairie immediately west of the city and into the mountains as we approached Banff. The train consisted of coaches and former business cars from CP's fleet of preserved rail equipment. On the morning of the trip we learned that the train would be led by CP steam locomotive 2816 (constructed in 1930) as well as two 1950s-era diesels.  Since the trip west from Calgary to Banff involved a gradual climb, the 2816 put on a good show.

At Banff, the train let passengers disembark, and then backed up more than half a mile so that it could stage a full-speed runby. It was noisy and exciting!

After the Lexington meeting, we left for Canmore, a town about 15 miles east of Banff, where we would spend the next week. We were still recovering from our summer in Alaska, so our objective was to relax. Canmore is a former coal mining town that has made the transition to being a vacation and retirement community. It's in a beautiful setting along the eastern edge of the Canadian Rockies...

and we were glad that we stayed there rather than at Banff, which also has a beautiful setting but often seems rather crowded with tourists.

While we were there, Tom had a flareup of neck pain (a longstanding problem) that necessitated a trip to the local emergency room. We have a very positive opinion of Canadians, based on our past trips north of the border, and this impression was reinforced by how well we were treated by everyone we met at Canmore General Hospital. Fortunately, this happened on our first full day in town, so Tom had several days to recover, and by the end of the week he was back to normal.

This medical issue only reinforced our inclination to take it easy while we were in Canmore. However, we did venture out of Canmore on a couple of days - once to have lunch at the Chateau Lake Louise...

and then for a similar trip to the Banff Springs Hotel.

Both properties are former CP hotels, now operated by Fairmont. We arrived at Lake Louise early enough to get a prime window table overlooking the lake.

The next day, we went to the Banff Springs and got another table with a great view for lunch in the Rundle Lounge. The food was good, but the service was leisurely - we spent over an hour waiting for our entrées, and it turned out that the server had lost track of our order. She made amends by giving us a discount on our lunch. Fortunately, there are far worse places to have to wait for lunch than the Rundle Lounge, with its view of the Bow River Valley and surrounding mountains.

At the end of our stay in Canmore, we drove to Calgary and boarded a flight to Chicago, where we changed planes for Washington, D.C. Our hotel for the first night was across I-395 from the Pentagon.

We could look out from our room and see the Kennedy Center and Lincoln Memorial beyond the Pentagon, and to the east, the Washington Monument and Jefferson Memorial.

We spent the next several days visiting friends in D.C. and northern Virginia. After the first night, we stayed with our longtime friends Peggy and Ira in Northwest Washington. In addition to us, they were also acting as hosts to a young woman who has started working for the federal government in the Washington area. Four years ago, Peggy and Ira had been kind enough to host our son Ricky while he interned in Washington during his second summer of law school.

One of our priorities for this trip was to visit the Newseum, which is a museum devoted to covering the journalism business. It has several floors devoted to different aspects of the news, with special areas set aside to cover topics such as the events of September 11, 2001, including the antenna mast that stood atop the North Tower of the World Trade Center...

Hurricane Katrina, including an example of the signs that New Orleans residents put on their houses to keep looters away...

and freedom of the press, including a map showing the relative freedom that journalists have in countries around the world.

Other exhibits cover the Berlin Wall; the transition to electronic media; Pulitzer Prize-winning news photos; and the stories of journalists who have been killed while covering the news. There was so much to see, and we enjoyed it so much, that we went back for a second visit.

Standing on the 6th-floor balcony overlooking Pennsylvania Avenue, you get a great view of the Capitol Building.

Not far from the Newseum, we discovered the National Building Museum, which hosts exhibits dedicated to various aspects of architecture and also acts as a forum for the exchange of ideas about the man-made environment. It's in the former Pension Bureau Building, built in the 1880s, which is a beautiful brick structure covering almost an entire city block.

We weren't able to spend much time there, but we were struck by the gorgeous interior of the building, which has been used for inaugural balls and other formal events.

After six days in D.C., we boarded Amtrak's Acela for the six-and-a-half hour, 456-mile trip to Boston.

This was our second trip on the Acela. For a trip like this, the extra money seemed worth it - not only in terms of getting to Boston a couple of hours faster than the lower-priced regional train, but also for the sake of the more comfortable seating and the wireless Internet service.

We passed through Manhattan underground, but after we emerged from the East River tunnel in Queens, we got a nice view of the New York skyline.

We arrived in Boston on time. That allowed us to connect with Ricky (who works in Boston), check into our room at Marriott's Custom House, and make the short trip on the subway (the “T” to Bostonians) over to Logan Airport. There, we met our sister-in-law Marilyn and her husband Michael, who had just flown in from Las Vegas to spend a few days in New England.

We brought them into the city, left their luggage in our room and found a neat place for dinner - a bar called Jose McIntyre's, which was offering a one-and-a-quarter pound boiled lobster for the bargain price of $10. Marilyn and Michael were staying at a hotel in Quincy, south of the city. That happens to be where Ricky lives, so he accompanied them on the T to Quincy and then took them to the hotel.

The Custom House is an iconic Boston building, located near the waterfront and only a few steps from Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall. If you've ever seen a movie or TV show set in Boston, you've probably seen the Custom House as the camera pans over the city's skyline.

The base of the building is a domed three-story structure that opened in 1849. The federal government added the tower in 1915 and used the Custom House as one of its principal office buildings in Boston from 1915 until the mid-1980s. It then vacated the building, and the Custom House sat empty and abandoned for more than ten years. Today, it is owned by the City of Boston and leased to Marriott, which spent millions of dollars to renovate it in the late 1990s, and now operates it as a timeshare property.

From the building's 26th-floor observation deck, you get wonderful views of the city, including Faneuil Hall...

as well as the steeple of Old North Church ("one if by land, two if by sea") and, beyond it, the U.S.S. Constitution ("Old Ironsides") at its berth in Charlestown.

On the first full  day of our visit, we went to the Saturday produce market at Haymarket, a few minutes from the Custom House, and in the afternoon Ricky drove us out to Concord for a get-together among the Mattsons (Marcia's father's family). We first stopped in Lexington to connect with one of Marcia's cousins, and then proceeded to the Colonial Inn in Concord for dinner.

Marcia is the youngest of five cousins on this side of the family, and aside from her, they all live in Massachusetts. It was fun visiting with the other cousins and their spouses, since we see them so irregularly. This dinner was particularly special since Marilyn and Michael were there, too.

On Sunday we had brunch with Tom's brother Chris, who lives in East Boston. He is friendly with the family that operates a wonderful Mexican restaurant, Angela's Café. In fact, he made the restaurant's signs, including this one.

We always go there for a meal when we are in East Boston.

On Monday, we went to the North End, Boston's Italian section, for lunch with Marilyn and Michael, and Marcia then took the two of them to the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum.

Later in the week, we visited another of Marcia's cousins at her home in Nahant, an island community near Salem that's connected to the mainland by a causeway.  She served us lobster rolls, which were a great treat.

On Tuesday, we took the ferry to Charlestown, a quick ten-minute ride but easily one of the best tourist bargains ($1.70 per person) in Boston. The ferry gives you a view of the Boston skyline...

including the Custom House and nearby buildings...

and the Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge, which was constructed as part of the Big Dig expressway project.

The towers of the Zakim bridge echo the most prominent feature of Charlestown, the Bunker Hill Monument, one of the most prominent local symbols of the American Revolution.

Nearby plaques memorialize those killed in the Battle of Bunker Hill in June 1775.

Despite having grown up in Massachusetts, we had never been to Charlestown. Contrary to the image of Charlestown conveyed in Ben Affleck's recent movie, The Town, the neighborhood around the monument is very nice, with many historic houses that have been nicely maintained by their owners. It's easily as pretty as Beacon Hill and other desirable Boston neighborhoods.

The Zakim Bridge is prominent as you walk along many of Charlestown's streets.

We walked back to Boston, crossing the Charles River over the Charlestown bridge...

where the red stripe along the sidewalk marks it as one link in the Freedom Trail.

On our way back to the Custom House, we passed some of the upscale condominiums that have been developed along the historic wharves lining the harbor.

Here's a view of this area from the observation deck of the Custom House:

As we walked around Boston, one of the things we enjoyed the most was how many historic buildings had been preserved, either for their original purpose or for some creative reuse. The Custom House is a prime example of how buildings have been adapted for new uses, as is the Liberty Hotel, which was once the Charles Street Jail.

Everywhere you look around the city, there's an example of traditional architecture and, right next to it, a more modern building. Just up State Street from the Custom House, for example, sits the Old State House, dwarfed by surrounding office buildings.

About a mile away, the Arlington Street Church, built just before the Civil War, marks one end of the upscale shopping areas along Boylston and Newbury streets.

Although it was late October, there was some surprisingly colorful foliage around the city.

On our last full day in Boston, we took a walking tour with the concierge from the Custom House. Earlier, from our room, we had seen the U.S.S. Constitution making its way through Boston Harbor, preceded by a Boston city fireboat. This is a rare event, but it hadn't been publicized ahead of time.

Our walking tour took us along the wharves and piers adjacent to the North End, and as we made our way, the Constitution was returning to Charlestown, so we got a good look at it. To our surprise, it paused for a time to fire its cannon in salute near the Coast Guard station at Battery Wharf, where the Constitution was launched in 1797. The cannon were on the opposite side of the ship from where we stood, but they left a smokey haze in the air off the ship's bow.

Our next major destination was Mt. Snow, Vermont, where we would spend our last week in New England. On our way, we stopped to see a younger generation of Marcia's cousins, in Brewster, Massachusetts, and Granby, Connecticut. We had a great time visiting with each of them.

We hadn't been to Vermont in years, so it was fun being there although in most places the fall foliage was well past its peak. We used Mt. Snow as a base to visit various places around the state, including Middlebury, where we had lunch with Tom's sister Carol and her husband Greg, and Montpelier, where we visited a former teaching aide of Marcia's who has a new baby. We also went to Chester, where we both remembered (but couldn't find) a neighborhood with many old stone houses, and Brattleboro, where we were impressed by the fact that we could stand in the main parking lot in the center of town and see four independent bookstores.

On the day we drove to Montpelier, we stopped for lunch at the general store in Pittsfield, which advertises itself as a source for everything from maple syrup to gun powder.

We spent one day visiting Bennington, which has its own Revolutionary War memorial obelisk, commemorating the Battle of Bennington in August 1777.

The foliage was still quite vivid in the neighborhood near the monument.

We had a couple of rainy days while we were in Vermont, but even on those days, there was some color.

When we left Vermont, we headed for Boston, where we would spend two more days before flying back to California. Along the way, we stopped for a wonderful dinner with a high school friend and her husband in Holden (where Tom grew up). The next evening, we had dinner with Ricky and his girlfriend at an Italian restaurant, Alfredo's in Quincy, where we ate in the bar. We felt like the only outsiders there - everyone else seemed to know each other, and we would guess that many of them had been coming to Alfredo's for decades.

Our last Boston-area meal was an excellent seafood dinner at the Cambridge branch of Legal Sea Foods with Ricky and Chris. The next day, we boarded a Boston-to-Los Angeles flight, and at LAX we transferred to our 30-seat commuter flight to Santa Maria. Finally, after being away from home for almost six months (except for that brief six-day visit in September), we were home. We had made it back in time for the last couple of days of warm weather (upper 80s) before the rainy and cold (by California standards) season would be upon us.

In our first few days home we enjoyed local strawberries, raspberries, apples, lettuce, tomatoes, green beans and other treats from nearby farmers' markets. Hmmm... not only do we associate travel with food, but we also seem to make that association when we think of our California home. Well, it's always nice to have something to look forward to, whether we're on our way to a new destination, or on our way home!

Text and images ©2010 Tom and Marcia Murray 

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September 2010: Alaska, Part 3

As the summer continued, we were glad that we had done so many things during our first few weeks in Alaska. By late June, discounts on lodging, boat cruises and other activities were becoming harder to find. And the weather got wetter – there were weeks when we never saw the sun. But we still found plenty to do.

We returned several times to the Alaska SeaLife Center in Seward. Watching the sea birds and marine mammals there was always entertaining. In addition to the public viewing areas, the Center also offers behind-the-scenes tours, each one focusing on a different type of animal. We decided to do a “puffin encounter,” a private tour that would give us a closer look at these appealing birds. It's limited to four people; our guide was an “avian intern” who plans to become a veterinarian.

The SeaLife Center is a public aquarium but it also has a research staff that deals mainly with populations that are declining or endangered. The Center also serves as a place for injured birds and mammals to recover. Our guide first gave us a tour of the research facilities, and we then had an opportunity to enter the public aviary through a back door, where we could feed the birds. The aviary holds a variety of birds native to the Bering Sea area, including murres, kittiwakes, harlequin ducks, and the stars of the show, the puffins.

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Each of us had a bowl of small fish, and within seconds, we were surrounded by birds wanting to be fed. As we held the fish by the tail with the heads pointing out, the birds came right up and took the fish from our hands and swallowed them whole. The ducks stayed in the water, so we threw fish out for them. We spent about 20 minutes there, especially enjoying the company of a very curious rhinoceros auklet, which would have sat in Marcia's lap if she had let it. He didn't want to eat anything, but he did want to sit as close as possible.

Our next animal encounter involved sled dogs. In early July, our daughter Lindy and her boyfriend Eddie came to Alaska. While they were there we visited the training facility operated by the Seavey family, which has been involved in the Iditarod and other competitive sled dog events for many years. The facility is currently home to about 80 dogs. That sounds like a lot, but we learned that the secret of success in sled dog racing is to assemble teams that have a variety of attributes, so that each dog complements its teammates in terms of speed, endurance, temperament, leadership and other characteristics. The humans who run these races are constantly adjusting their dog teams to come up with the best mix of animals.

On our visit, we first learned a little about the Iditarod, and then went to the dog yard. The dogs were very excited to have us in there, so it was noisy and very active, with dogs jumping and pulling at their leads to get attention. The lead dog was chosen first, and he settled down and rested while waiting for the others to be hooked up. We were pulled on a two-mile course in a six-person cart with the guide at the back.

It was interesting watching the dogs' behavior. When one went right or left, the team followed – the dogs clearly knew to follow the leader. But occasionally things didn't go according to plan, as when one young dog crossed over to the wrong side of the lead, requiring our guide to stop and untangle him. Our guide was excellent, explaining what was going on and demonstrating the equipment needed for the Iditarod. We also got a chance to see and hold six-week old puppies, which were surprisingly docile given the excitable nature of the dogs in the yard.

While Lindy and Eddie were there, they went on a Resurrection Bay cruise, as did Tom's brother Kip, who arrived later the same week. We had been having one rainy day after another, but fortunately the sun broke through for both of their cruises. And all three of our visitors reported that they had a great time on their brief visits to Alaska.

Later in the summer, our son Ricky and his girlfriend Leslie visited us. Unfortunately, they got a full dose of Seward's “liquid sunshine.” Leslie went kayaking on her first full day in Seward and by the time she was finished she had to buy a couple of new items of clothing because she had gotten soaked to the skin from the rain. But she and Ricky were still smiling at the end of their visit!

Between these visits from family members, we traveled to Homer, on the west side of the Kenai Peninsula (Seward is on the east side). The air distance between the two towns is only 85 miles, but the road between the two adds almost 100 miles to that distance, since the direct route would involve crossing several mountains as well as the Harding Ice Field. The drive was a scenic one, particularly the section from Kenai to Homer, where the road runs along Cook Inlet. On the opposite side of the inlet are two 10,000-foot volcanoes, Redoubt and Iliamna. Mount Redoubt made the news in March 2009 when it spewed ash into the air for several days, disrupting air travel in Alaska. Iliamna regularly emits gases and condensate.

This part of the Kenai Peninsula had several Russian settlements prior to the purchase of Alaska by the United States in 1867, including Ninilchik, where this Russian Orthodox Church still holds services. In the background of this photo is Mount Iliamna.

The entrance to Homer is a dramatic one. As you enter town, the mountains on the opposite side of Kachemak Bay come into view.

At the far end of town is the Spit, a natural sand bar more than 4 miles in length that has become home to many of Homer's fishing and boating services as well as restaurants, bars and other tourist-related businesses.

We stayed at a B & B on a bluff overlooking the bay. Homer has a large population of bald eagles, one of which had taken up residence in a tall evergreen in back of the B & B.

Eagles like to perch in trees near the water so that they can readily spot fish. This eagle took flight several times as we watched it, swooping down to the bay for some fresh fish, but each time it returned to its chosen spot in the tree.

At both Homer and Seward, one of the main drivers of the economy, at least during the summer, is sport fishing, mainly for salmon and halibut. Visitors can spend several hundred dollars each to charter boats for all-day fishing trips out into local waters as well as into the Gulf of Alaska. If they're lucky, they'll return with a hundred pounds or more of fish. Some halibut go as large as 300 pounds or more, so a single fish may be enough to provide a nice return on the cost of the charter.

For the most part, we limited our fish-related activities to eating copious amounts of both species (as well as lots of king crab and snow crab). However, even though we didn't do any fishing, we did have an opportunity to participate in one important fishing event while we were in Seward: the annual Silver Salmon Derby. The derby extends over several days and provides prizes for the largest fish as well as other incentives aimed at filling up the charter boats. We volunteered to sell tickets at the derby office one night (the proceeds from the derby go to local organizations). However, Tom got drafted to weigh fish, and despite his inexperience in this area, he didn't get any complaints from the derby participants.

(photo by Nancy Steeves)

We made several trips on the Alaska Railroad during our 18 weeks in the 49th state. One of the more interesting trains we rode was the Glacier Discovery. It leaves Anchorage in mid-morning to take people to Whittier for day cruises on Prince William Sound. It then proceeds toward Spencer Glacier, where it drops people off to hike and go rafting on the Placer River. The "whistle stop" near the glacier has recently been improved by the U.S. Forest Service, which is trying to encourage visitation in this roadless section of the Chugach National Forest.

The Forest Service also helped finance a double-deck self-propelled railcar, the Chugach Explorer, which has helped boost ridership on the train. Here, the train is arriving back at Portage from its morning run to Whittier. In the background is Burns Glacier.

After leaving the Spencer Glacier stop, the train proceeded up the hill to a location called Grandview. Along the way, we passed through five tunnels, and got a good view of Bartlett Glacier. At the top of the hill the train reversed direction, made a stop at Spencer Glacier to pick up hikers, and then made one more stop to pick up river rafters.

Even more fun was another Alaska Railroad train that serves a remote area, the Hurricane Turn. It operates from Talkeetna, a gateway to Denali National Park, northward along the Susitna River to the town of Hurricane, a distance of 55 miles.

To get to Talkeetna, we rode two other Alaska Railroad trains, the Coastal Classic from Seward to Anchorage, and the Denali Star from Anchorage to Talkeetna. As we neared Talkeetna on the Denali Star, we got a great view of Denali (Mount McKinley) from the train.

In Talkeetna, we stayed at Talkeetna Alaskan Lodge, which is an affiliate of the lodge where we worked, Seward Windsong. Both are owned by Alaska Native corporation CIRI (Cook Inlet Region, Inc.). The two lodges are very different - Seward Windsong has 180 rooms distributed among 15 buildings in a forested setting, while Talkeetna Alaskan has most of its 212 rooms in a single building, evoking in scale and spirit some of the grand lodges of the national parks.

The town of Talkeetna is reputed to have been one of the inspirations for the TV series Northern Exposure. It was once home to miners and other early settlers who came to this part of Alaska in search of riches, or just a new start, and many of the buildings in town date to the early 20th century. Today, these buildings are occupied by shops, restaurants, and other businesses serving the tourist industry.

But north of Talkeetna, along the route of the Hurricane Turn, little has changed over the past decades. People come to this area to camp, fish and hunt, and a few hardy souls have made their homes in this roadless part of Alaska. The Hurricane Turn operates four days a week during the summer to serve this population (from mid-September to mid-May, people who need to travel to and from this area use the weekly Anchorage-Fairbanks train as well as a monthly Hurricane Turn). This spot along the Indian River, 43 miles north of Talkeetna, is typical of the places where the train stops.

Riding this train was a treat. Unlike the Alaska Railroad's other trains, which largely serve tourists from outside the state, the riders on this train consisted of outdoors enthusiasts who have adopted the Alaska way of life (as well as a few other day-trippers like us). Many of the train's regular riders rode in the baggage car along with their dogs, their fishing and hunting gear, their supplies (food, beer, lumber, etc.) and their coolers.

The train stops wherever anyone wants to get off, or wherever a rider is waiting to flag it down (hence the train's reputation as the last true flagstop train in North America). One of the riders was a man who had been living in the back country for several months and was headed back to civilization. Among his possessions were two bear skulls. One, he said, he had found in the woods. The other came from a bear he had shot. “She just wouldn't leave my camp alone,” he said (Alaskans are allowed to shoot bears that threaten human life or personal property).

In addition to campers and other transients, some people live along this stretch of the railroad, including author Mary Lovel and artist Shannon Cartwright. Occasionally the railroad gets involved in a medical evacuation or other emergency response to assist these backwoods residents, who have made the choice to live without the conveniences that the rest of us take for granted.

In addition to taking out-of-town trips, we also spent a few of our days off in Seward. When we did this, we always found someplace to stay other than our cabin. Sometimes this meant checking into a room at our own lodge (very nice!), and on a few occasions we sampled other lodging places around town. One of the nicest places we found was Adams Street B & B. It's near downtown Seward but right across the street from Resurrection Bay. It's owned by a couple (Judy and Don) who live in Anchorage most of the year but run the B & B during the summer. We can highly recommend it as a warm, hospitable place to spend a few days in Seward.

Late in the season, we stayed at a lodging place down the road from our own lodge. By this time, black bears had started coming to Seward, looking for food as they started to bulk up for their winter hibernation. Strangely, many places in town have dumpsters that are not bear-proof, and from the porch at the lodge we watched as one bear explored the dumpster (apparently finding some tasty morsels, given how long he spent there)...

...and then being treed by a couple of dogs.

The Alaska tourist season lasts roughly four months, from mid-May to mid-September. By early September, many of Seward's restaurants and shops had closed or cut back their hours, and our lodge closed on September 13. We left a day early, on the 12th, in order to take the last cruise of the season from Seward to Vancouver, on Holland-America's MS Statendam (shown here at our first port of call on this cruise, Haines).

We expected cold, rainy weather on this trip, but we thought that spending a week on the ship would be a relaxing way to end our summer in Alaska. Were we ever wrong about the weather! During our last two weeks in Seward, we had seen a big change, with many warm, sunny days, and that trend continued as we cruised south toward Vancouver. Temperatures were in the 70s, and we had one bright sunny day after another. At each port of call - Haines, Juneau, and Ketchikan - we took advantage of the weather to get off the ship and take one last look at what Alaska had to offer.

On our first two days after leaving Seward, we spent some time looking at glaciers, first in College Fjord (an arm of Prince William Sound) and then in Glacier Bay National Park. The glaciers in College Fjord are all named after eastern colleges and represent one of the biggest aggregations of tidewater glaciers in Alaska. We arrived there shortly after 6 A.M., just as the sun was beginning to hit the tops of the mountains.

In Glacier Bay, we cruised slowly toward the Johns Hopkins glacier, and spent an hour watching the glacier calve. We heard the ice breaking, and saw some splashes, but there weren't any of the spectacular ice cascades that you sometimes see in photos and videos of the tidewater glaciers.

Still, spending this gorgeous day surrounded by snow-covered mountains and glaciers was more than OK.

On our third morning out of Seward, we arrived at our first port of call, Haines. It's on the Lynn Canal, close to the north end of the Inside Passage. Marcia spent the day exploring this small town, enjoying the 75-degree weather (the warmest we had experienced since arriving in Alaska in May). Tom took a ferry to nearby Skagway to ride the White Pass and Yukon Railway. This was something we had both done in 2006, on our previous Alaska cruise, and Marcia decided that she didn't need to repeat the experience. But Tom had a great time riding the train to White Pass (elevation 2,865 feet), on the Alaska-British Columbia border.

When he returned to Skagway, he watched the railway's afternoon fleet of five trains leave for the summit.

The next day, we were in Juneau, where we explored the town (the only state capital in the U.S. that can only be reached by air or water) and took the tramway to the summit of Mount Roberts.

We had lunch at the Baranof Hotel and then Tom explored the neighborhoods near downtown Juneau while Marcia visited some of the shops.

Our final port of call was Ketchikan, and here, too, we had warm, sunny weather (after experiencing the wettest summer we've ever seen, each sunny day seemed like a gift). We had scheduled a visit to George Inlet Lodge, about 10 miles out of town, for a lunch of Dungeness crab, and we knew we would be returning via float plane. The lunch turned out to be a feast, with each of us consuming an entire crab. Even after a summer of wonderful seafood in Seward, this was a memorable meal.

When we were done, we boarded a six-seat de Havilland Beaver float plane. These aircraft are the workhorses of the Alaska air fleet, even though they are all more than 40 years old.

Tom scored the co-pilot's seat, and he savored every moment of the flight as we took a tour of the mountains, islands and channels south of Ketchikan.

Marcia sat toward the back of the plane, and while small planes are not her favorite method of transportation, she enjoyed the flight, too.

We spent the next day in the passage between mainland British Columbia and Vancouver Island, and on Sunday morning we arrived at Vancouver. It was raining hard when we disembarked from the ship, but we didn't mind.

The next day we boarded the ferry for Swartz Bay, near Victoria, where we met our friends George and Dorothea, who we had first gotten acquainted with in 2007, when we took the Rocky Mountaineer train from Jasper to Vancouver. They are wonderful hosts, and they took us on a tour of lower Vancouver Island, ending with a beachside picnic at a provincial park with a view of Washington's Olympic Peninsula across the Juan de Fuca Strait.

The featured item was salmon dip (made with fish caught and smoked by George), and at dinner that evening we enjoyed crab and prawns, also caught by George.

The next day we said goodbye to them, and boarded a Victoria-to-San Francisco flight. At SFO we changed planes for a short flight to San Luis Obispo, and arrived home in Santa Maria about 9 P.M. It was September 21st, and we had been away from home since May 6th.

Our four-and-a-half month trip had been everything we had hoped for, and more. We enjoyed our jobs, as well as the people we worked with and the visitors we met at the lodge. And we came away understanding a little better what makes Alaska, and Alaskans, special. The weather, of course is a factor in their lives, but Alaskans don't let it interfere with their plans. They don't use umbrellas, they don't complain about the weather and they couldn't be happy living anywhere else. Living in the 49th state is not easy, especially for the 50 percent of the state's population that doesn't live in the state's one urban center, Anchorage. Most towns have only one road in and out, and if there's an avalanche, a flood, or a major storm, you're not going anywhere. The resources many of us take for granted in the lower 48 just don't exist in most of Alaska. You had better be self-reliant to live there. But as we noted in a previous post, the flip side of this spirit of self-reliance is that Alaskans are exceptionally kind to their neighbors, and even to visitors like us. We don't think we have what it takes to live in Alaska, but we felt very welcome there, and we do hope to return someday.

We'll leave you with this view of the sun setting over Turnagain Arm, south of Anchorage.

To see our other reports about our summer in Alaska, follow these links: Part 1; Part 2.

Text and images ©2010 Tom and Marcia Murray 

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