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Tag: Glaciers

  • Glacial Grandeur

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    In the Chugach Range lies the magnificent Matanuska Glacier. Creeping slowly forward at a rate of 1ft./day, this 27 miles long, 4 miles wide colossal frozen sheet births the headwaters of the Matanuska River, and is the largest glacier in the United States accessible by car. Practically in our front yard just 25 miles up…

  • Afternoon Art and Neighbors

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    Bright sunshine and balmy 72 degrees lured Ellie and I to take a short drive around our neighborhood. Our game-cam revealed Mr. Bullwinkle was also out strolling through our backyard.  Don’t know Mrs. and young Jr. were roaming. Here’s a few pics of some of the scenes of our Master’s artwork that held us ole…

  • Last Frontier Dinner Date

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    Sunday morning we awoke to an invigorating 30 degrees and the mountains coated with a fresh layer of termination dust. By afternoon temps had risen to a balmy 50 degrees and my permanent girlfriend and I headed up the road to Long Rifle. A rustic,  pure Alaskan restaurant, it’s perched on the mountainside overlooking the…

  • Frozen Wonder

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    Fred D
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    Glaciers cover about 10% of the Earth’s total land area. They store 75% of our world’s fresh water and exist on every continent except Australia.  Alaska is estimated to have more than 100,000 glaciers, the vast majority of which remain nameless. I was blessed to enjoy an overnight voyage with my friend John aboard his…

  • How Great Thou Art

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    Fred D
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    Sunshine, storm and nature joined forces this afternoon to transmute the lyrics of a favorite hymn into a stunning Alaskan visual concert beyond words. I am richly blessed . . . may you be as well. How Great Thou Art O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder, Consider all the worlds Thy Hands…

  • The Call

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    Fred D
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    I heeded John Muir’s motto today … “The mountains are calling and I must go”… across the lake, Castle Mountain whispered my name. The trek up took a tad longer than usual. Yes, I’m a year older since my last climb, but I suspect sampling the ripening blueberries along the trail accounted for some extra…

  • Window View

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    Fred D
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    Traveling skies at 600 mph holds a serene solitude foreign to those traveling highways at 60 mph 40,000 ft. below. Such was mine to embrace returning to the Last Frontier. I M Blessed . . . May U B 2