The more I learn about Bethel, the more fascinated I become with this little Alaskan bush town.
We spent the past few days in Anchorage, and on Monday we went for a walk in Kincaid, one of the city’s fantastic municipal parks. It was rainy and cool and we enjoyed having the trail all to ourselves, but because moose and bear are commonly seen here, we were also vigilant.
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I’m a sucker for museums large and small, and in Bethel, we found a good one–the Yupiit Piciryarait Cultural Center, which celebrates the history and traditions of the Yup’ik, an Alaskan Native people who have occupied the Bethel region for centuries.
Riding on an Alaska Airlines Combi Plane
I knew when I booked our flight to Bethel that this trip would be different.
The frozen Kuskokwim River
Last weekend, we checked another item off of our Alaska bucket list: driving on an ice road.
The Iditarod wrapped up yesterday, with the last few mushers trickling into Nome. Iditarod 2017 may go down as one of the greatest races of all time. It was fast, with the top four mushers coming in under what was the standing speed record. And the champion, Mitch Seavey, shattered that record (set by his son Dallas only a year ago) while also becoming the oldest person ever to win the Iditarod.
Alaska’s Steller sea lions
Warning: This post contains sad and disturbing photos of injured and deceased sea animals.
In January I wrote a post about the adorable Steller sea lions of Resurrection Bay. Unfortunately, they’re endangered.
It was only when I started learning about sea lions for the blog that I discovered this fact, and after some debate I decided that I should share the sad side of my sea lion research with you. So here goes:
Yesterday, I talked at length about the sad fact that Seward’s eagles are sick, so I thought I’d follow up with evidence that not all of them are starving. Dale took a photo of an adult eagle last weekend that was posing majestically next to the bay, but he didn’t notice until he processed the photo that this bird had just finished a meal.
“Three more!” I cried, pointing to the birds perched in the tree.
Driving through a neighborhood near the waterfront, we were witnessing something unexpected—a large convocation of eagles. They were sitting atop telephone poles, perched on satellite dishes and rooftops, and even—as we saw when we turned the corner—blocking traffic in the street.