We began our day with butterflies in our bellies believing that we would be rolling into Anchorage today. The house search began in earnest. We had three places that we were interested in. One place on the east side, one place one the west side, and a cabin really far south. The cabin was just out of town. It was the first place that we looked at. It felt a bit like a scam as the owners live in another town. The only redeeming factor was that there were keys so we could go inside and check it out. Most scams don’t allow you to do that. (We have never lost money, but a little time to a scammer.) It was a cute cabin, but small.
The next place we looked at was a two bedroom typical house. It was on a road next to a house that looks like the next house which looks like the next house. The last house we looked at was pretty much the same. A couple rectangular bedrooms with a bathroom. The houses could be in Michigan, Washington, or Florida. They were nice, but no charm. No Alaska feel. We went back to the cabin and looked again. We thought we could make it happen. Sure it was small, but it was a mile away from Chugach State Park. A park that is a half a million acres in size. We are across the street from a wildlife preserve. We have moose in our yard. We made the cabin work.
We ran to Point Woronzof for this view.
We went to the state fair to see Garrison Keillor.
We even got out fishing.
We built a bed frame. Our nice neighbors told us to pick raspberries before the season ended. So we did and made little pies.
We hike around the immediate area a lot. This is one of the most popular hikes, Flattop.We really like to sit in our little cabin and look out the window with our dogs.
We have made it to Alaska and we are settling in well. Thanks for the encouragement from everyone.
Blackney Passage is a very popular shipping lane. There was a lot of logging in the area. Combining shipping and logging is a feat that amazes me still.
A lot of logs.
We woke up on the day that was supposed to have the worst weather. The currents were very strong. We were forced to stay within a paddle length of the shore of the islands. We couldn’t get very far. We tried to paddle along Hanson Island to the Orca Research Centre, but we couldn’t make it. We were forced to sit in the kelp and watch our new friends play.
Sea lions watching Amanda.
We paddled until we found a place that we thought would be a good campsite for the night. Unfortunately, companies can buy the rights to nice areas and kick people off the best spots. They set up giant tents, a small kitchen complete with barbecues, and composting toilets. It is fun to use the facilities and then leave before they get there. It reminds me of being a kid and going to the fancy resorts, using the waterslides, and not being a paying guest.
Poaching the private hammocks.
We found an abandoned cabin that had been made mostly from materials found on the island. It was a bit creepy. There was canned food on the shelves as if someone had gone crazy and just left. Or maybe they were murdered and the killer was silently waiting for unsuspecting tourists just in the shadows. Amanda thought all of these things and I had to tell her that she was being ridiculous. She doesn’t know that I was expecting to find a half rotten corpse in any of the shacks. Either way, we set up our tent and had awesome views as long as we didn’t let the creepy ideas into our head.
Another day in the life.
The wildlife was as impressive as always. This black tailed deer came to check us out. He checked in our boats for snacks before eating seaweed at low tide. We had a full moon for our trip and the tides would rise over 16 feet. We really had to think about where we tied up our boats at night. I woke up a few times and looked out of our tent to make sure our boats were still there. You really doubt your knots at 2am with no way of getting back to civilisation.