As we drove along the Turnagin Arm, south of Anchorage, we were joined by an Alaskan cargo train.
This train intrigued me and I wanted to follow it to wherever it was going. We watched as it weaved in and out of the curves of the mountains.
We Stopped to take pictures when it ran beside us along the edge of the water.
We even had to pull over when we got too far ahead and almost missed that friendly wave from the engineer as he chugged along above us and then disappeared into the trees.
I wonder what he thought as he threw his hand up to give me a warm "hello" and if he realized that I had stood patiently on the edge of that narrow road for quite awhile, as the traffic hurried past us, just to get a closer look at him. (Here I am, as I wait intently, for the engineer)
Here you can see the cars for quite some distance being pulled along to some unknown destination. It reminds me of the storybook that I read countless times to my young boys years ago, "The caboose who got loose". They would sit and listen as I told about Katy the caboose and her adventures with such wide eyes. Sometimes it seemed that I could almost hear the little wheels (of their minds) spinning. Such an adventure, and in my book, quite romantic.
I did, however look out my car window as we pulled up to a stop sign and find a moose grazing right there not 10 feet away! He didn't seem to mind the noise of the traffic and none of the drivers seemed to care or even notice him. I wasn't quick enough to get a picture before the light turned green, but the next time I spotted one off the road we did a u-turn and went back for the shot.
Here's another shot of a moose who is making himself at home in a well populated neighborhood, helping himself to breakfast! Now, that's a big moose!
Here in B'ham we get all excited when we see a wild rabbit, possum and especially a deer!
It really is a "Big Wild Life" there...
In Anchorage there are mountains on every side and everywhere you look. In the middle of spring there is still snow covering the very tops of everything that I could see. Yes, even I, the "southern girl" loved it!
The air was clean, fresh and always cold, but the sun was warm and always up! I didn’t see the sun set during my stay, however I was assured that it did go down while I wasn't watching.
The snow at the tops of the mountains were busy melting in the warm sun causing lots of small waterfalls along the bottom half. Actually, the melt down can cause some flooding problems in areas, but most of that was cleared up before my visit in May.
Driving south along the winding road that lay at the foot of beautiful snow capped mountains on one side and the edge of the waterway on the other, about 15 miles south of Portage, we are detoured at the entrance of a tunnel and the road is closed. The tunnel’s opening is visible and open, but obviously something is going on at the other side. We pull off into an off road parking area to get a better look.
We watch as a small red helicopter takes off from his perch barely hanging on the side of the mountain. As he comes and goes we can make out a long line that has been attached underneath and we assume he will be carrying something from within that tunnel very soon. He seemed to be working busily, but whatever his task at hand it seemed to be moving quite slowly!
Later we stop for coffee and hear conversation between tourists about the incident. It seems that in late March an avalanche crashed upon a 64 car Alaskan cargo train burying with snow at least 10 of its cars. It was mostly carrying building supplies and none of the 3 train crew were hurt. A second avalanche the very next day hit the Whittier tunnel that we were now unable to pass through because it remains closed 6 weeks later!
Along the way I encountered so many different people all going so many different places until I made my way to my last boarding gate to Anchorage Alaska. This group of people were much more focused than the tourists and vacationers that I had stood beside earlier in the day. These travelers understood the long ride ahead of them and for everyone on that plane, this was the final destination. There was no connection to be made or a next stop.
There was no causal dress of tank tops with hopes of warm weather, shorts or even sandals. Most of these travelers were on their way home it seems to that "Big Wild Life" in Alaska. It was almost calming to me to feel their sense of peace to be on their way home after their visits to the lower 48. I was not sure what to expect and this was definitely uncharted territory for me!
At the end of an extremely long and draining day of hustle and bustle, I found myself exiting the plane into a very warm and inviting airport. Maybe the most interesting and prettiest that I have ever visited. The walls were laden with so much history, harvested animals were displayed in glass cases and even an airplane hung from the ceiling. It was immediately apparent of the deep pride and sense of satisfaction in the rich heritage of the Alaskan people.
I wish that I had taken the time to get more photo's at the airport. It almost seemed like I was in a museum. Instead, I rushed off to meet my friends, and they whisked me away into the daylight, even though it was after 10 o'clock at night! (That would be
1:00 am in Birmingham!)
After a rendezvous in the south that seemed to pick up exactly where we left off at seventeen years old, I’m invited to Alaska! You might be one of the many who have always hoped to visit that magical place of snow capped mountains, rugged tourain with mysterious tales lingering along every path and rumors of gold in every town. This girl? No! I have never had a thought of going to the coldest state in the nation! Why the heck do you think I live in Alabama??
Determined to see my prince charming though….off I go!
is your very first love.
Once upon a time you thought
he’d always be waiting.
What should have been,
could have been,
Not very often,
he comes back for you…