I think I’m going to title my first book, ‘From One Disaster to Another’.
I got back, safe and sound, from my most recent trip to Wrangell – St. Elias National Park, but somewhat earlier than planned. I’ll tell it to you over a few posts, starting here.
I flew from Anchorage to Yakutat, a small town down on the coast, in northern South East Alaska. I was aiming to go from there to Icy Bay, an inlet on the Gulf of Alaska, and one of the few areas where the park touches the coast. I’d heard bits and pieces about the bay over the years, but knew very little about it. Everyone who’d been simply said ‘Oh, you GOTTA go to Icy Bay’. I’ve always been one to do as I was told, so, in time, I headed for Icy Bay.
So I arrive in Icy Bay. I go paddling, hiking, swimming, and generally have a good ole time. There’s not much that beats being in a place like Icy Bay. I’d have to agree with the recommendation above – you do gotta go to Icy Bay. And how can you go to a place called ‘Icy Bay” and not swim in the bay? So here’s a couple of images of me swimming in Icy Bay.
Truth be told, it wasn’t really that cold.