As I flew into Alaska, I took in a sharp breath at the expanse and beauty that I saw from my airplane window. As I surveyed the shoreline, the giant ice blocks floating in the ocean surprised me since I had never seen frozen sea water before. Driving to the hotel, I couldn’t catch my breath as I viewed the majestic mountains all around.
Those mountains were nothing in comparison to the up-close and personal mountains on the journey from Anchorage to Resurrection Bay. In California when there is a patch of snow, it quickly becomes marred and dirty from someone touching, riding in, or walking through it. In Alaska, there are miles of virgin snow. I loved the pink fairylight on the mountains at sunrise and sunset, it lent to the magical Alaskan beauty.
It was so clear that we could see Denali from Anchorage, it was fuzzy but we could see it. On the train ride to Fairbanks, at every turn that one could possibly see Denali, we were treated to an incremental snapshot of the looming giant. From the University of Alaska Fairbanks, we could see Denali from its other side.
I have a better understanding of why people want to get lost in Alaska.
