Excuse me. Close the freeway?
Oh, yes. They're blasting, she tells us.
Blasting. What does that mean?
They're widening the freeway at Hicks Creek, just north of Sutton. As the freeway hangs off the side of the mountain, that means they have to blast. As in TNT blast. We ask if there's anywhere we can get some quick food to eat on the road. We have 6 hours to get to Hicks Creek before they shut down the freeway at midnight and turn us around. We intend to be past that before midnight. She tells us it takes about 6 1/2 hours to get to Anchorage from Tok. It took us 4 1/2. Amanda was driving. And driving well, I assure you. As we neared the blasting area, the sun began to set. Mind you, it was 11:15pm at this point. But still, it was beautiful. When the mountains go pink, they call it alpenglow. I had expected to see it, but not my very first night in Alaska. It was, as you can see for yourself, the most beautiful thing ever. The snow there is the glacier. I don't remember what it was called. But it was miles of snow. Beautiful.
Welcome to Alaska.
I'll start a sign-up sheet for visitors. Don't worry, guys. I'll be here for at least 3 years. You've got time.
2 comments:
Well, you definitely can't come back now. A few weeks of being surrounded by scenery like that will surely make it impossible to stomach Houston and its unholy flatness ever again.
David! You commented! And hell no I ain't comin back. Wait til you see the Seward pictures.
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