The tunnel to the Bear Valley staging area
at Portage Lake, Alaska; 22 November 2009.
Good day! It's Thanksgiving as I publish this post and my oh my, are we happy to get a tiny little break from the semester. We've only got a couple of weeks left after Turkey Break -- and then? Then we get a nice long winter break. We'll be heading to Florida and South Carolina over the break, to visit with friends and family -- and perhaps to soak up a little sunshine.
Up here, now, we're in full snow mode. The southcentral Alaskan landscape is one bathed in misty whites now. Just last night we picked up another five inches in our neighborhood from a lovely little soft snow storm. Indeed, the snow is brightening up the otherwise ever-darker (and shorter) days of the Alaskan winter.
These shots were taken a few days ago down near Portage Lake (a bit south of Anchorage, at the end of Turnagain Arm and just to the north of the Kenai Peninsula). Portage Valley is one of my favorite places to head to when I get the time -- and on the 22nd, my wife encouraged me to get out of the house and to just drive south for the afternoon.
It was a great little trip. I wasn't gone for more than five or six hours total, but it felt like a full-day trip. Extremely invigorating and refreshing.
The snow was coming down pretty good in Portage Valley and the entire area looked like some sort of snow-globe fantasy land. I didn't see any wildlife (other than the standard bald eagles and ravens), but no matter. In Alaska, the landscape is even more impressive than the wildlife.
I've got a few posts lined up for the break, before we enter the final two-week mad dash to the end of the semester. It's pretty exciting outside right now. Lovely, fresh, and crisp.
I'm also switching over to a non-widescreen format for the photos. Thus, they're a bit larger than they have been, not in width, but in height. Not sure if it'll stick (I love widescreen), but it makes sense for the blog and how it's lined up and formatted. We'll see.
And on a closing note to this random, wandering post -- I had a great time shoveling snow off the driveway this morning. If you'd asked me four years ago if I would love shoveling snow, I would've laughed at you, taken a swig from my margarita, and perhaps kicked sand on your beach towel. (Okay, I wasn't that bad of an ass...) But you get my point. There are certain aspects about the Alaskan winter I love -- and I really didn't anticipate loving these aspects so much. There's a quiet joy in shoveling snow.
Strange. Isn't it?



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