Archive of: Mountain Echoes

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Harding Ice Field Trail: A portal into the past June Issue 4 2013

Harding Ice Field Trail: A portal into the past

If you want a glimpse of what Southcentral Alaska looked like about 10,000-15,000 years ago during the Pleistocene Ice Age, hike up the Harding Ice Field Trail near Seward. Starting at sea level and ascending 4,000 feet over roughly four miles, you’ll come upon a primeval landscape-— a 300-square-mile ocean of ice that caps the Kenai Peninsula, receives about 400 inches of snow each year and spawns about 40 glaciers.

June Issue 3 2013

Virtual or physical: Which world is real?

Right up front I should admit that I’m often easily confused, especially about matters that concern computers and the cyber world. I recently sent an e-mail to a friend who is about to relocate to the lower 48, asking if she had landed a job. She e-mailed back that she might “go virtual.”

Mid-May hike feels more like winter than spring June Issue 2 2013

Mid-May hike feels more like winter than spring

The Chugach Mountains were a world of snowy whiteness May 19 as I hiked up Twin Peaks trail above Eklutna Lake, one of my favorite areas. It was a sparkling clear day and at 11 a.m. the temperature was in the mid-40s, and rising. Snow had melted off the first half mile of the trail and as I moved into snow up higher, hiking was still manageable without snowshoes.

June Issue 1 2013

Outsiders help us see “inside” Alaska

We long-time Alaskans believe we know our state fairly well, but the observations of outsiders can sometimes make us more appreciative what we have here. I recently e-mailed a friend who lives on the north shore of Kauai in the Hawaiian Islands and told her about how green popped out in our trees over a two-day period — an explosion of growth. A resident of Hawaii nearly all of her life, where trees are green year-round, she says she never experienced the emergence of green like we do — not until Hurricane Iniki in 1992. She said the hurricane blew all the leaves off the trees and that it was strange sight for everyone to see them grow back.

A short hop to Rabbit Lake May Issue 5 2013

A short hop to Rabbit Lake

There are so many skiing destinations in Chugach State Park, it’s oftentimes difficult to choose. But in early April a good friend who lives on Anchorage’s Hillside, Carl Portman, made up my mind for me and suggested we point our skis uphill for a five-mile trek into Rabbit Lake, which lies about 3,000 feet at the base of North and South Suicide Peaks.

Finding serenity at Lost Lake May Issue 4 2013

Finding serenity at Lost Lake

“It’s so peaceful here,” I told my son-in-law Nate Hanes as we rested on a snowy knoll overlooking Lost Lake, on the Kenai Peninsula. “It’s going to be hard to leave.”

May Issue 3 2013

Can a non-competitive person find success in a competitive world?

With school graduation season, I was thinking about young people and how they are preparing for the future in an increasingly competitive world. I was reminded of a very short conversation I had many years ago when I was student at the University of Alaska-Fairbanks.

Remembering a very special mom May Issue 2 2013

Remembering a very special mom

As we begin to observe Mother’s Day, I started thinking again about my mom and what a remarkable person she was. Of course I’m biased. That’s an importantpart of a son’s job description, I would think.

May Issue 1 2013

Words change over time, but what about their meanings?

If something was “cool” back in the 1960s, is it equally “cool” today? I’m no expert in etymology — the study of languages, words and their origins — but I’ve always found it fascinating how our language changes and evolves over time.

Grand Canyon: South Rim to river and back again… April Issue 4 2013

Grand Canyon: South Rim to river and back again…

On March 26 a friend and I hiked from the Grand Canyon’s South Rim to the river and back up to the rim in about 10-1/2 hours. The Park Service’s warnings not to attempt a descent to the Colorado River and back up on the same day are dire and ubiquitous. They make it sound like one is entering Mt. Everest’s death zone without oxygen. In some ways I can understand their position. People have tried to make the hike during the summer months when the canyon bottom becomes an oven set at 120 degrees Fahrenheit. Many rescues have been required, and some people have died.