Wherein Moominmama dons crampons and explores the inner reaches of the Matanuska Glacier... Meet the Matanuska, a 27-mile river of glacial ice flowing from the Chugach Mountains of Alaska. Unlike alpine glaciers that hang from mountain slopes, this tongue of ice is created by ocean moisture as it delivers snow to the Chugach Range, and like all glaciers, over time, the snow compresses and squeezes out air molecules to form the dense glacial ice. Moominmama learned it can take 600 years for the ice at the back to make it to the terminus or toe of the glacier, where my ice climbing adventure began with a long hike through the glacial moraine. While Moominmama has walked on a glacier before, ( the Athabasca between Jasper and Banff in Alberta), I've only seen the surface. The Advanced Trek offered by MICA Guides brought me into the features of the glacier, rappelling down cliffs and walking along ledges to get inside the strange shapes that the ice forms as it moves alon...
In which Moominmama reaches the foot of the Rocky Mountains, experiencing the beautiful highs, and one big low... Moominmama is in a verdant green valley near Steamboat Springs, with the Rockies at my back. It's been surprisingly challenging to get out hiking because so much water is flowing down from the mountains that many roads and trails are off limits. In one case, I added a couple miles to my hike because I had to park a distance from the trailhead due to a washed out road. In another, the trail was closed at a bridge in danger of being undermined by heavy flows. But when I do get out, the views and the wildflowers are spectacular. Look at this beauty here! There are also daffodil yellow flowers called Trout Lilies whose petals curl back into delicate rings, revealing the hanging stamens. I've not gotten all that high into the mountains, where snow is still melting at a furious pace, but I did try a trail with an unpromising name (Uranium Mine Trail) that turned out to of...
In which Moominmama reflects on the start of a new year and what it means to reach Year Five of a life on the road... Starting on my fifth year on the road, Moominmama wonders if it's an adventure anymore, or just a lifestyle. Somehow, "Moominmama's Lifestyle" just doesn't have the same ring! But the truth is that not everything is new and exciting! Having picked up the trailer in New Mexico and driven to Arizona, I'm enjoying a Sonoran Desert that's actually somewhat familiar. I enjoy being back among the grandfather saguaro cactus, unique to this particular desert. The Sonoran Desert, unlike others, is marked by two rainy seasons: the summer monsoons and winter rains. But as I've learned, last year there were no significant monsoon rains in the Phoenix area, deepening an already serious drought. This year, no flowers greeted my March arrival. The plants were dry and dormant, and the local park ranger was taking photos of stressed-out saguaros on my...
I take it you did NOT get wet from the trip!
ReplyDeleteNope, that would have been a mighty chilly dip!
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