If you’re just tuning in to our Alaska adventures, here are the links to Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, and Part IX. Where did we leave off last? Well, where didn’t we leave off? In the longest day of mankind, as illustrated in previous parts of this story, we woke before dawn to find morning moose, walked too closely on bear paths, ate a FABULOUS breakfast, saw beluga whales on our way to the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center, meditated with wild animals, took a helicopter up a glacier, and went dog-sledding. There were PUPPIES too. Need a little refresher photo?
So we asked for recommendations, on a glacier no less, of places to eat in Girdwood, Alaska. There was a fancy resort that you’d have to take a ski lift to get to, which seemed like nothing after a helicopter. There was also a place called Double Musky or something like that. I do favor a good Musk Ox theme. We settled on Jack Sprat, though. Just look at the photos!! There was quite a bit of a wait, but they were so good to us. We were both warm and cold, after stepping off a glacier onto an Alaskan summer evening, and we were hungry and thirsty. We sat on the back deck and I ordered some cavatelli wonderment, and there were some yam-like foods and dessert. To think we left it in the fridge of our cabin in Eagle River!
Then, with the light on our side still, we decided to do something our Glacier Hike guide, Nick, (remember him from the previous day??) recommended. He said that if we headed back to Anchorage and looked for a place locals called “Powerline Pass”, we wouldn’t be disappointed. Only, we first went to the wrong trail. We parked at what we thought was the right place – Flattop Mountain at Glen Alps – but we were at some other canyon. We were climbing up, up, up above the city on a trail. The sunset was imminent. We were jumped by an ADORABLE husky, because, Alaska. And fate and magic or something. So many huskies there! Anyway, we fell into step with a lovely couple who told us we were on the wrong side of the canyon.
With our pulses racing with the sunset, we went around and around and up and down and through some winding, gorgeous streets to find the right place! There was an upper and lower parking lot and we parked on the upper one. Every fiber of my being was telling me to go up, up, up to where people were standing and watching the sun dip closer to the water. I couldn’t imagine the city sights down there! Instinct was telling us to go back to the trails, though. We heard a family excitedly coming out of the trail and I thought I heard the word “moose.” “Did you see a moose?” Cassidy asked them. “Oh yes!” They said.
There were people all around the moose – some locals and some tourists. You could generally see that most locals weren’t as impressed, and most tourists were, but there was definitely some overlap. I met quite a few Alaskans who admitted that, even after years or a lifetime there, every moose they see is still special. God, I hope I’m always like that – no matter where I’m lucky enough to visit or live. There were some people who got out of the way quickly. Locals! Smart ones!
One young woman said, “I don’t feel like getting trampled today,” and then jumped off a rock to avoid getting near this moose. She also said there was another big bull moose up ahead on the trail, but we didn’t see that one. Or get trampled.
At Powerline Pass itself, we saw three more moose in a field. Those moose were far away and the sun was almost down. We met a few moose enthusiasts and I think they do this every day! We saw these two guys there twice and even watched a moose video after the trip of two bulls rutting and one of the guy’s unmistakable voices was in the video.
Next up, we get a much-needed night of sleep and prepare to drive to Homer, Alaska the next day! What will we see there? I gotta tell you – it’s not what I expected. Some ties to back home, some nature channel stuff, some edge of the world stuff..