through beatiful mountains on all sides. I spent seven days kayaking there last week with Sean Neilson. My journal/gillnet for mystery yields these fish for the bar-b-que:
"This morning we watched a pack of 8 wolves (3 black, 2 grey, one brown and one black/grey/black like an oreo or a scaup). They were walking the beach playfully, visiting the intertidal, tug-of-waring with a piece of something we couldn't make out and rolling in one spot before taking off into the woods a short walk from us. That was pretty wonderful and it seems they weren't aware of our presence until the very end. Interestingly, when the pack passed a group of Canada geese and sea ducks foraging in the intertidal, none of the birds seemed concerned, whereas they fly from our presence at much farther distances. I checked their path for fresh wolf scat, which I've never seen. It looked like a smooth black paste with white hairs throughout (snowshoe hares?) and smelled 'horrid'."
"Today we entered Adams Inlet. From our first site of the mouth of the inlet strange noises confused us. It sounded a bit like a waterfall coming from the middle of the bay but turned out to be a group of ~150 sea lions feeding. The group approached us en masse to within 20 feet and began to scream and levate halfway out of the water. They seemed more curious than angry and we did what anybody would have done: screamed our best barbarian response and snapped photos."
"We saw lots of goats today. As always, their regal faces and agile mountain climbing captivated my attention. This time though, the captivation almost sunk my boat. A goat/subject of our future awarding winning photography we were approaching decided to head up the cliff above us. He sent down a shower of unpredictable rocks (on purpose?) that nearly put a hole in my boat and head. The sea was boiling with his rocks for several minutes--a site that was quite memorable even without the adrenaline-enhanced flee from danger."
"It sank it where I was today when an eagle feather and a steady supply of moose hair (perfect for bird nest making by the way) floated by my kayak. Signs of death as signs of life."
"Our bird list filled in over the course of the trip, following predictably the ecologist's s-shaped species area curve. First, the abundant ones--old skuas, ravens, mergansers, cormorants, guillemonts--and then ones rarer--a magpie, a red-throated loon, and two black turnstones. On our last day, and only day of inclement weather, we saw a group of hundreds of sandhills cranes flying high. The group was flying in pretty severe disorder while over the bay, but we saw them reach the steadier air currents over Gloomy Knob on the horizon and fall like beautiful dominoes into the steady lines that take them through the long haul. The best part about seeing the cranes was the process: you hear them first . . . they sink into your subconcious . . . you look up at the black in the sky . . . feel wonder . . . understanding . . . and then more wonder."
Thank you to those whose hard work protected this wilderness, and whose voices we still need hearing: John Muir is as responsible as anyone for Glacier Bay National Park and knew well the simple truth: "Fear not to try the mountain-passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action. Even the sick should try these so-called dangerous passes, because for every unfortunate they kill, they cure a thousand."
Leaving the beach at the west end of Gustavus, near Pt. Gustavus.
You can see from these cuts that the line has been brushed within the last few years. Many of the survey monuments are from 1998, so that may be the first time the line was cleared.
The brushing crew left some things behind. In addition to these loppers, I found a small amount of trash and a few piles of extra orange NPS boundary stakes.
Those blurry white spots are funky little mushrooms pushing up through the duff. Not sure what kind.
There were some wet spots, especially when the line started cutting back east toward Gustavus. (see google map).
One of the two roads I crossed all day. This one goes to the National Park. The other heads to the Falls Creek Hydroelectric project.
A moose hide drug around by wolves or coyotes? Or the sign of a moose shot in the park and drug back across the border? Kinda looks like the former, thankfully.
A sedge darner (type of Dragonfly). I finally got to use my new book "Dragonflies of Alaska" by John Hudson and Robert Armstrong to identify it.
The Salmon River.
The north end of the gravel pits. Supposedly, the pits were dug before the boundary was surveyed and no one knew they were digging in the park.
Found this algae growing on land (seemed very odd to me at the time) north of rink creek road. I photographed it on top of an old General Land Office (them's the homesteading folks) survey monument from 1920.
The most beautiful scenery of the trip. The tri-tone grass made me want to sit down and find my inner Andy Goldsworthy, but the hour was getting a bit late.
Finally made it to the beach. This is near the Bear Track Inn.
Running on home. I made it just after my parents started worrying, but before it was fully dark. In total, 31 miles in 8 hours and 46 minutes. I probably walked 18 miles of it due to wet conditions and the fact that I only brought six 120 calorie gel packs with me for food. The roasting moose that greeted me when I ran into our front yard was a welcome sight.
