View of Skagway coming in by plane |
When John’s parents invited both of us to join them to Skagway I tried to play it cool, but secretly I was giddy as a school kid. When I was first perusing pictures in 2007 before my ultimate move to the Alaska, fjords and glaciers from that area dominated the images I pulled up from the internet. Even after four seasons of living in the state I never made it down the inside passage in south east Alaska where Skagway lies.
So here I find myself in the Portland airport very early in the
morning completely oblivious to the fact that our adventures have already begun. I was so tired I missed getting our shoe shot on the iconic PDX carpet.
(I’m not one for trends, but some of them are kind of fun. Some how Portland
folks have sparked a trend of taking pictures of their shoes on the carpet at
the Portland airport before they travel somewhere. I thought this was a
national event happening in other cities but I’ve been told it’s more of a
local thing. However, the iconic carpet of the PDX doesn’t span the entire
airport and by the time I remembered we were in an area with ambiguous dark
carpet.)
Dorthia my traveling buddy of course was along for the ride |
The plane followed the path of an inlet that led up a valley
where both sides had steep mountains covered it beautiful pines and the few
deciduous trees that were just fading their fall colors. The wall of mountains
went on the entire way, and every now and then you got a peak of glaciers
making small appearances inbetween their rolling peaks, for the Juneau Icefield
was nestled on top of the east side of the water. There were numerous runoffs of water
cutting through the trees too, sometimes resulting in waterfalls here and
there. The runoff carries silt from the
glaciers and when it meets the sea water you can see the cloud of brown water
fanning out, stubborn to instantaneously mix with the dark blue of the sea.
What made it the most magical was that air was filled with
water, and rained for a period, creating many incredible rainbows. Some in
front of us, and my favorite kind, the one that encircles the plane and follows
you as you fly.
***History section. If history bores you please skip to pretty tree pose picture below to continue the story and you'll be rewarded with cute animal pictures***
Dyea |
Skagway is a pivotal little city both in history and in modern day tourism and travel. If one were to drive out of SE Alaska, they would take a ferry to Skagway to they can then drive into Canada and connect to the roads leading to the lower 48. It is also where all the gold seekers came for the gold rush to start their voyage to the Klondike back in 1898. That little venture is what put Skagway, and Alaska on the map. At the peak of the gold rush Skagway was the largest city in Alaska with around 10,000 prospectors taking over the area.
There is another town used back in those days called Dyea (Die-ee) where folks headed out on the Chilkoot Trail towards the Klondike. The trail from Skagway is called White Pass. Both were treacherous, many men and horses died trying to get to gold. Eventually a railroad was put in along White Pass and that led to Dyea becoming abandoned along with the Chilkoot trail. The railroad now is a popular destination for all those cruise ship tourists. Skagway is a bustling city filled with summer employees and thousands of tourists who come in to take the train through the beautiful valley of White Pass (we took a car). Dyea is part of the park service now and the Chilkoot Trail can be hiked for pleasure by those willing to spend five days backpacking out there which I would like to do some day. It is just a land with some trees now where the city used to be, but there are very few remnants of the buildings that once stood there.
John worked for the railroad in his formative years so our drive along White Pass I heard the spiel he used to give to the tourists. John’s parents both worked for the park service so their knowledge of the history of Skagway, Dyea, and a lot of the famous people from the goldrush far surpassed that which I would find simply reading pamphlets at the visitor center. I learned more about the the gold rush era (and some incorrect things on signs) than most tourists which was such a treat for me.
The first few days in Skagway were filled with cleaning up the McCluskey house of the massive amount of dirt and mess left behind by some very irresponsible tenants. It was a mostly rainy summer for Skagway, which was unusual for the area, but we managed to take advantage of one of the nicer summer days and hike up a mountain called AB Mountain with a friend of John’s from highschool, Max. AB stands for Arctic Brotherhood, a fraternal organization formed in 1899 by gold-seeking stampeders headed for the Klondike. Max had recently gotten into paragliding so he wanted to get to the top to jump off. As is typical of the Alaskan terrain that I was familiar with in Anchorage and Denali, there is a lot of uphill, you’re always hiking up a mountain (or through a pass, but summiting things with views is quite fun). We were all feeling really out of shape headed up, but it felt so good to finally be hiking again. John kept reliving the days he would mountain bike down this trail and point out places where he crashed, or where he did an amazing jump.
The mountain went from steep to really really steep at some
point and we were mostly scrambling up rocks through thick mud. Max got ahead
of us, he needed the right wind to take off and he became motivated to get to the top before his window of opportunity closed. When we got above the tree line, the views opened up. Skagway was
an adorable little sliver of a town below nestled between the mountains cozying up against the water. John and I slowed down to enjoy the amazing scenery of
glaciers peaking out at us from the range to the west. I always loved the
colors of the Alaskan tundra and taiga. The short foliage with its greens and rust colors, the grey mountains, the white glaciers, and your occasional blue ponds.
We got a call that Max was about to jump so we walked to the side of the ridge that faced Skagway and waited. And there he went, quite high above us but floated every so gracefully over our heads and out towards the city. It probably took him 15 minutes to get all the way down.
We got a call that Max was about to jump so we walked to the side of the ridge that faced Skagway and waited. And there he went, quite high above us but floated every so gracefully over our heads and out towards the city. It probably took him 15 minutes to get all the way down.
When the awesomeness of witnessing his jump wore off we
realized we needed to descend through that steep muddy mess and it had taken up
a long time getting up.
However, luckily John came to the rescue with his tutorial
on how to go down gracefully and “safely”. (This technique does not work when
devil’s club is present, a thorny horrible plant that would love to impale you
with its spikey body).
After an 8 hour day, 5.72 miles round trip and total 3,471
ft. elevation gain we finished our hike. Phew.
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