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What was living in Glacier Bay National Park and Preserve in the dead of winter like? In a word, ineffable.

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The past few months of living in Glacier Bay, I’ve taken any opportunity I can to see more of the park. In true Gustavus fashion, the more my roommate Addy and I explored, the more people reached out to offer us gear to borrow and chances to do something new. We’ve been ice skating on a pond near the post office where the town gathers to play hockey on frigid days. We’ve… Read More

I left Juneau by ferry, well before the sun had begun illuminating the inky black landscape. The only clues as to what surrounded us were the pre-dawn cries of gulls voicing their complaints at the hour and the lapping of dark waters against the hull. It wasn’t until the sky faded to indigo that I could make out white-capped seas and distant peaks on the horizon. Around me, other passengers slept beneath… Read More

Pulling together my thoughts from a tumultuous and challenging year, I had to face it: This was my least traveled year yet. But it was also one of my best. While my parents made their way across the African continent by boat, plane, safari jeep, and camel, my geographic range rarely strayed from Alaska. But what a state to call home. I was warned early on about the ways the Land of… Read More

My first experience of Lake Clark National Park & Preserve was a glimpse of a waterfall, falling hundreds of feet from sheer rock cliffs. The clouds parted again, and this time I spotted the jagged, turquoise peaks of a glacier splayed out between mountain peaks like the tongue of some gargantuan ice god.

It took three highway-side moose encounters, but I now play it moderately cool when I spot those antlers lumbering down the shoulder of the road ahead. Or at least I don’t scream as loudly anymore, anyways.

Waves on the shore of a snow beach in Seward, Alaska

Thursday morning, I took my last snow-blown bike ride into work. Even with the tear-inducing cold blurring my vision, I watched the bright stars above the mountains and added those pitch black, 8:30AM rides to the list of things I will miss in Seward. It’s a long list. It’s been a busy three months, between working at the national park, writing for the local paper, and trudging on in the job search…. Read More

Thanksgiving brought me a bit of an internal battle this year. Usually home with family or friends that feel like family, I sit around the dinner table of familiar faces feeling grateful to be exactly where I am. This year, as we created our own little Thanksgiving away from home where the sight of Skippy peanut butter and mashed potatoes induced actual cheering, I was torn. I was simultaneously mourning missing out… Read More