My buffer time before starting my full-time, big-person job is coming to an end.
As one last big hurrah, I made one more long road trip with Celine to Skagway, Alaska, to hike the historical Chilkoot Trail.
Honestly, the Chilkoot Trail wasn’t on my list of “places to go in Alaska”, mainly because I didn’t know much about it. But prompted by a decision to bike to Valdez, or hike the Chilkoot Trail, Celine and I decided to make the trek to hike the Chilkoot Trail and explore Southeast Alaska, and I’m sure glad we did. If I by some miracle get a 5-7 day break ever again, I can hop on my bike and go to Valdez.
Since this wasn’t really ‘my trip’ to plan, I didn’t exactly look at where Skagway was on the map. I knew we had to drive through Canada to get there, but it didn’t register how close we would be to Juneau, a place I’ve been ever so curious about since 2006 when I thought I had a chance of the Juneau office hiring me, but instead I got picked up by the Fairbanks office. As you can see, that wasn’t a bad thing to happen to me, as much has flourished in my life since then, but I still hadn't made it to Juneau.
Anyway, back to the Chilkoot. We drove the 13 hours to Skagway, surprised by how quick the drive was, and ended up trying to put the pieces of getting from point A to point B together. The trailhead was 9 miles away, we knew no one in Skagway, and the trail shuttles didn’t even answer their phones since it was a Sunday. This is when the ‘e’ for extravert comes in handy.
We’re at the local brewery, carbing up on mac ‘n cheese and beer the night before we planned on starting the hike, discussing tactics to get to the trailhead. The Park Service wasn’t able to help us much other than tell us that the train nor most shuttles were running since it was after season.. and that we shouldn’t take the cut off trail because there ‘may be a bridge out’ and ‘there are lots of animals on the trail right now’. There’s a reason they were telling us this, but I don’t feel like I need to blog it. It has to do with a popular route to hike out and the route being on private property which hikers aren’t supposed to trespass on, but where no one seems to care that you are there. We would know, because the train came by as we were hiking down said route, and the driver smiled and waved at us instead of pointing a gun at us.
ANYWAY! I figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask our very kind waitress whether she knew how people got out to the trail and whether she (hint hint) would know anyone who may be able to help us. That responded in an ‘actually….’ As she walked across to the table kittycorner from us, and some smiles and nods and glances were exchanged with a couple about our age. They lived in Dyea, where we needed to go, and the trailhead was on their way home. One hour later, we were piled into their New York license plated car and off to the Dyea trailhead where we’d set up base for the night and start the trail first thing in the morning.
The trail, was, as expected, extremely developed. Normally this bothers me, but I took a look at this trail as a historical look into a movement prompted by money. Hundreds of thousands of gold-seekers hiked this trail on the way to Dawson City in 1898 and 1899, where they would hope to stake claims and make it rich. Along the way, there are ‘artifacts’ scattered.. and I put ‘artifacts’ in quotes because it’s basically rusty trash that was never cleaned up. Celine and I had a discussion about when some Fairbanks yards would become historical artifacts. I’m sure some in my own yard are working to gain that status!
We expected to see a lot of people along the way, even though it was past peak-season, but to our surprise there was not a soul to be found until we met Tim the Australian on day 3 near the end of the trail. We also didn’t meet any large furry friends on the trail either. The first day on the trail, the trail closely followed the Taiya River, so we were doing a lot of loud talking and noisemaking, though the river was still drowning out our voices. There were some signs of bears, but honestly, it seemed like there weren’t any more footprints and scat than there is on the trails in Anchorage. We were happy about that. And now, for some pictures...
Porcupine hanging out in a tree
Above, these buildings are every 6-8 miles for people to cook in so the food does not attract bears.
A super fun bouncy bridge going over to Canyon City historic site
Which I was disappointed to find out that there were no building there, but just an old rusty boiler. I was absolutely amazed that some of these areas used to house 20,000 people and have little sign left of any life or that a tent city had ever been there. Way to grow back, earth!
A couple of bear prints we saw on the trail.
Reaching 'The Scales' area of the trail
Now, we climb. The boulders were pretty tough.
And the summit!
On the other side of the summit, beautiful clear lakes are strewn across the valley.
There were places where we were dodging piles of leftover snow.
Camp spot by the river.
Our last night of camping on the trail, near the end. Lucky me got a cold while on the trail, so was feeling pretty wiped out this night.
Tim, our one and only trail buddy, hiked out with us to Log Cabin.
A train came by while we were walking along the tracks!
At the trail end, an older couple was stopped to let their dog out of the car. They offered us a ride back to Skagway, as we were 2.5 hours early for our ride. We timed it just right to meet up with my friends Carrie and Paul from Juneau.
Couldn't have asked for better weather in southeast Alaska. Next step, to Juneau!
After getting off of the Chilkoot Trail and back into Skagway (above), we met up with my old roomate, Carrie, and her fiancee Paul. They flew up from Juneau to meet up with us for the day and to see Skagway! :-) It was nice being able to catch up as our communications had been sporadic in the last year. We camped back out in Dyea that night, explored the historical Dyea townsite, and then they flew back to Juneau the next afternoon.
After finding out how cheap ferry tickets were from Skagway to Juneau and back, Celine and I decided to make an impromptu trip to Juneau! Why not?! It was CRYSTAL CLEAR out everywhere in Alaska, and southeast Alaska rarely has nice weather. We had nothing to lose!
Here are a couple of pictures from the ferry.
When we got to Juneau, we headed straight for the trail! Paul and Carrie picked us up at the terminal and we went out to Mendenhall Glacier to meet their friend Pete. We had a glorious evening hiking out to the glacier. We were planning on doing some ice climbing but the sun wanted to start going down before we would be able to set anything up. Oh well.. a reason to go back!
Above, Paul seems to be enjoying himself...
Here is Celine, Pete, Paul and I near the Mendenhall.
A field of blue ice laid ahead of us.
When we got to it, the glacier was melting at a substantial rate.. in fact, it was raining underneath the glacier in the ice caves!
Our journey to Juneau was short but sweet. Got to finally see Juneau, the only state capital not on the road system, and spent time with Carrie and Paul. Win-win situation.
An early morning photo with Carrie on our way to the ferry terminal.
Skagway on a clear day. I'm not sure I want to go back because I'll just be disappointed that the weather blows next time. It was a fun week. Now it's time to start the 'real world' or so they tell me.. and to readjust to a semi-new life!
