campgrounds in alaska are abundant and surprisingly unpopulated (for peak season).
sometimes they are right next to a freezing lake that you may or may not decide to swim in.
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exit glacier, alaska
if i learnt one thing about myself while i was in alaska it was that i really like walking in the wild. now this doesn't mean that i'm at all good, fast, or built for it, but damn is it rewarding. this particular hike was about six hours return, and seemingly encompassed a part of every season. at the bottom the air was crisp, but the sun was warm. as we began the walk under the canopy, the wilderness stroke autumn like resemblance with leaves on the floor. as we hiked above tree level we were met with fields of wild flowers, which as hiking continued was followed by a freezing winter wonderland. all the seasons in one day. pretty good for an average summer's day, if you could call it that. the sun in alaska only set for about four hours of the day. we started this hike at 5pm. meaning we got back to the bottom around the eleven pm mark. this made the last hour slightly thrilling, warranting us to sing songs loudly in hope that any bears would find the sounds so atrocious that they would have to run in the opposite direction.
seward highway, alaska
there's a lot to do along the seward highway. fishing is a big one. but what's more is shootin' cereal boxes and spotting bears, bald eagles and moose. now that's the stuff wild dreams and alaskan highways are made of.
yep. thats a bear.
homer, alaska
they sure don't call it the halibut fishing capital of the world for nothin'. those north american waters are full of fish - so full, you can basically see fish jumping out of the water.
homer is a misty town, filled with locals and tourist fisherman/women galore. almost every second store is some sort of seafood shop, and even the lady working the supermarket can tell you the tricks of the trade (that is, how to actually catch fish, seeing none of us had really done so before). we caught a lot. some freaky looking - like the one whose eyes shift from the sides of their body to the top (as we were told by a local), and some regular looking. whichever way they looked, they were each tasty as hell. there really is nothing like cooking your own caught fish over the campfire. until your up to the fourth fish, then your starting to push it.
