Most of my posts up to this point have been rather long-winded I must say. After recently looking through the blog of another friend who focuses much more on the photo than the subsequent prose, I have decided to do a little more of the same. Brevity is the soul of wit, and I admire her simplicity of word and image. The following are some photos, first few from a trip I recently took to Wrangell St. Elias National Park, and the second bunch from a camp out my community did the night of Summer Solstice. Hope you enjoy.
Driving the McCarthy Road: 60 miles of gravel
The hike into the town of Kennecott, an old mine ruin
Sunset from our lateral moraine campsite
The opposite moraine from our campsite, getting ready to hike back across the Root Glacier
"I live in the sunshine of friends and the shadows of glaciers"-Kim Heacox
Packing out, heading back to McCarthy. What a beautiful 3 days - not nearly enough time.
Back in Anchorage in front of our noble steed that took us there and back...and to Dairy Queen.
Solstice:
Camp Dinner on the rocky shore
"Home is not always a door at the end of a sidewalk. Sometimes it is a broader place that holds the sky, the water we drink, and the food that becomes the minerals of our bones. Sometimes it is the sum of our experiences and memories, and sometimes it is wherever we happen to be - if we are with the right companion." - Lynn Schooler
(Borrowed this from you, A.H., good find)
This may be my last post of the year as a JV. This year has simultaneously been everything and nothing that I expected from a year in Alaska, a year as a Jesuit Volunteer, and I'm just as thankful and appreciative for the down sides of the year as much as the up-sides.
Although the ripples fade, the memory lasts.
Thank you all who supported me along the way, both near and far.
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