Today’s wilderness wander found me hiking the Matanuska River Valley. Carving its path over millennia between snow-laden peaks of the Chugach and Talkeetna Ranges, it’s birthed 25 miles upstream in the Matanuska Glacier.
Freezing temps have restricted glacier melt dropping the river’s level dramatically. Summer’s silt-gray turbid flow has been transformed to winter’s clear blue-green . . . today I trekked through a creation postcard of wonder.
“… He leaded me besides still waters. He restoreth my soul…” Psalm 23:2-3