At least we finally ski - although in Juneau. This is Glacier Lake looking onto the moraine left in front of the receding glacier.
Bob writes:
"
Up
at 7 a.m., another full breakfast at Donna's, check out of Extended
Stay, over to Ward Air by nine. It's snowing, and they don't look
thrilled to see us. Our hopes rise and fall as snow squalls blow
through one after the other. The good news is that the weather has
also shut down flights to Hoonah for two days and we find out that
our bags are still at Wings freight, after all. Bill returns with
his wallet and cell phone (NOTE: ROOKIE MISTAKE - DON'T SACRIFICE TOO MANY OUNCES!), and ever-optimistic, we decide not to
retrieve our street clothes. The pilot calls it for today. Debate
ensues. Joey takes the initiative while the old guys wiffle-waffle
and reserves a minivan from Rent-a-Wreck. The pilot runs Joey out in
his truck to pick up the van.
Ski
gear and sleeping bags are tosseed into the van and we head out into
the Mendenhall Valley to ski the Dredge Lake trails out toward the
glacier and around the lake. The men are excited. Haagu is beside
himself. The snow lifts for awhile and we hear airplanes over the
airport in the distance. By now there would not be enough of the
lingering light for the pilot to make the entire round trip to
Tenakee. What the heck...there's fresh powder under our skis and
we're finally moving. By nightfall we're headed into town to stay
aboard Knotty
Lady.
Out for beer and supper at The
Landing then
back for cards.
It snows off and on all night long.
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