Turkey is a photographer’s dream.
Welcome to part II of the bear spray stories. If you haven’t read part one, I’d recommend doing it now so this will make more sense.
It is one of the most awesome sights in nature, but it takes a lot of suffering and luck to see it.
Something weird is going on in this world. Either there is a sudden uptick in people Googling about poop in the streets of India, or my blog has become the authority on the subject. Either way, this is not good.
The other day I was having a drink with a park ranger, a man who drove tour buses in Denali for 30 years and a veteran of the Alaska tourism industry. The conversation turned to bear spray and the three of them recounted four of the funniest stories involving bear spray that I had ever heard.
There aren’t many roads in Alaska, but the roads that exist are nothing short of spectacular. Driving a car in the Great Land is an exhilarating experience as each bend offers views of majestic peaks, huge lakes, rushing rivers and, as a bonus, quirky Alaskana. Every road in Alaska would be worthy of a spot on a link …
On Monday I wrote 900 words about two hikes I went on to Portage Glacier. In summary, I took off on a spontaneous hike on my own and I was defeated by my fears of the wild.
Late Sunday, while out on a lazy afternoon drive, I made the very spontaneous decision to undergo a winter expedition to Portage Glacier.