We woke up early this morning to blue skies!!! Yay! After a breakfast of rice and beans (again, very much like Jamaica), we jumped in the car and drove to Manuel Antonio National Park. We were greeted by some spider monkeys in the trees along the road!! So cute!
Although Manuel Antonio is Costa Rica's smallest national park, the diversity of wildlife in its 6.83 sq km (3 sq mi) is unparalleled with 109 species of mammals and 184 species of birds.There are also four beaches contained within the limits of the park.
When we arrived, we found a guide to take us through the park. The awesome thing about the guides is that they have big binocular telescopes to help you view the wildlife. I'm really glad we did this, as our guide had a much better eye for spotting well-camouflaged iguanas and lizards than we did!
We saw the large black spiny-tailed iguana and the green iguana, which both looked really cool! There were large purple and red crabs hanging out on the forest floors, and lots of little hermit crabs on the beaches. Green walking sticks, cute little green tree frogs, and spiders the size of your hand hung out in the low leaves. Turkey vultures and red-headed woodpeckers soared above. We even saw white-faced spider monkeys playing and eating in the tree tops! It was so neat to watch them jump from branch to branch and hang by their tails. The BEST part though was seeing sloths, both the two-toed and three-toed species!! Seeing a sloth in the wild was something I never thought I'd see in my life!
When we parted ways with our guide, we continued on to do a loop hike on one of the points for some neat lookouts over the ocean. Then we enjoyed some peanut butter and jelly on corn tortillas for lunch on the beach (yummy, yay backpacker meals!) before swimming and cooling off in the Pacific Ocean. Being on this beach reminded me of The Phantom, an old movie from my childhood about a superhero in a purple suit that takes place in a jungle. The beach we were on had white sands and turquoise blue water, but the best part was that the jungle was surrounding us and came right up to the shores of the beach!
After our day at Manuel Antonio, we jumped in the car to head out of Quepos. We stopped in Jaco the surf town on the way out for dinner, where I had a delicious (and cheap!) tuna steak and spinach salad! We stayed in Jaco to watch the sunset at the beach. It was totally worth it because we not only got a vividly colorful sky, but also a fully arched double rainbow! Whoop! We continued our drive in the dark over the mountains, and luckily our route was clear and paved. We still have yet to experience any terrible roads (knock on wood). We stopped in Carari for the night at kind of a sketchy hotel... after we checked in and got in our rooms, they came up and asked if we had an alarm on our car. Yeah apparently this isn't the safest of towns....
Our plan tomorrow is to head to Tortuguero, a village on the edge of a National Park that can only be accessed by boat or by plane. Travis studied the area for school seven years ago and has always wanted to go. So, we've decided to make the trip. We'll see where it takes us!
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Welcome to the Jungle!
We woke up in the morning and we blessed with beautiful blue skies! So pumped! It's rainy season in Costa Rica right now, so we were all expecting it to be raining and wet the whole time, so this was a pleasant surprise that we definitely wanted to take advantage of this morning.
Since Manuel Antonio is closed today, we asked the workers at our hostel what they recommend we do today. So... today became an "Off The Beaten Path" day where we took advice and directions from locals to find spots that are not listed in guide books. We were definitely in for an adventure!
Our first decision was to hike into the jungle and find "the waterfall" that the locals mentioned. We hiked up a mountain along a paved road (and risked getting hit by cars zooming by or bitten by dogs barking at our heels), and then turned off of the paved road into the... jungle! We were told to follow the river to the waterfall, so we found the river and walked along it for about an hour and a half. Sometimes we were walking along the right bank, sometimes the left bank, and sometimes we had to walk right in the middle of the river.
Following the river deep into the jungle was such a neat experience. It was fun picking our way through the rocks and vines along the banks of the river to find our way among the plants and insects that we'd never seen before. I had "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses stuck in my head the whole time, except that the only line I could remember at the time was "welcome to the jungle!", so that got a little old after a while ;) My favorite quote from the hike in was from Ag... "Ouch! Don't grab THAT tree! There's spiky things on it!!"
Since we were literally in the rainforest, it was super hot and humid and moist. We sweated up a storm. Beading, dripping, pouring, sticky grossness. I don't mind sweating, but this kind of sweating... in the heat and humidity... there was just no break from it. Nothing ever dries either because it's so humid. Let's just say we were looking forward to finding this waterfall so we could go swimming to cool off!
We were pumped when we found the top of the waterfall! There was a rope tied to one of the trees and hanging down a rock face that we used to climb down to the bottom. We didn't waste any time throwing our bags down and jumping in for a swim.
This place was gorgeous! I couldn't believe that we were here on our first full day in Costa Rica! We were in the middle of the jungle, at a secluded waterfall that pooled into a deep lagoon, shaded by the rainforest canopy with sunlight poking through the trees and dancing on the surface of the deep green water. It was picturesque! One of those places that you see in the movies :)
We swam around the lagoon in the refreshingly cold water, swam underneath the waterfall with the water pounding on our heads, laid out on the sunny rocks, and the best part- climbed up the rock face and jumped from the top of the waterfall! Exhilaratingly wonderful! (Though admittedly I was a bit scared of climbing up the slippery rock... I didn't want to slip and fall).
On our hike back from the waterfall, we were told to continue down river and then turn left and head up the mountain. When we emerged at the top and came out of the trees, we were rewarded with a stellar view of... the jungle! Green mountains everywhere, and we still had blue skies! It was beautiful! Well... except for the heat, intense sweating, and fact that we didn't know where to go from here... It made me a little uneasy, especially because we were low on water, but after picking around the hillside for a while, we eventually found our way to a paved road where we found a person to ask for directions. Turns out that we weren't that far off! Awesome!
We stopped at a market, bought some peanut butter and bread for snacks and jumped in the car to find more "off the beaten path" locations. We drove and then hiked to a lookout tower on the backside of a hotel called Hotel California, haha. When we got there though, some construction workers told us that it wasn't a safe structure to climb... so we didn't climb it :(
We continued driving and then pulled over on the side of the road and hiked to a local beach called Playa Bisanz. It ended up not being that great... it was small and dirty and smelly and at this point, I was just hungry and hot...
So then we tried to find a "secret path" to another lookout. It was getting later in the evening and the sun was beginning to set, so we wanted to get a good view to see it, but since we are in the jungle, there are always trees in the way. We were up on a mountain overlooking the Pacific Ocean, so we were pumped to see a sunset. Well... It took us some time, but we found the path! It just so happened that the path was behind a guardhouse to a resort, and the guard saw us and wouldn't let us go to the lookout :(
Well, we were all still determined to see the sunset, so we drove all of the way down the mountain and back into town. We parked alongside the beach and were rewarded with an INCREDIBLE sunset!!!! So beautiful and so worth all of the trouble we went through trying to get a good view. Reds, oranges, and yellows changed to pinks, purples, and blues. Travis's quote of the evening-"This is the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen without a sun" (because our angle down on the beach front didn't exactly show the actual sun setting, but we still got to see the awesome colors)!
The sun sets really early in Costa Rica, between 5:30 and 6:00 pm. This really caught me off guard since back home the sun sets at 9 pm this time of the year. The early sunset also means an early sunrise... at 5 am. Because of this, I am finding that most businesses here open at 6 am and close at 7 pm. For example, after the sunset we went to have dinner, and the place where we ate was out of almost everything on their menu.
The hostel we're staying at doesnt have hot water or air conditioning. In fact, most hostels, hotels, restaurants, shops, etc. do not have hot water or air conditioning. I understand not having hot water because it's so darn hot here year round, but air conditioning? That's going to be something tough to deal with this week... sweating while trying to sleep... BUT there's just something absolutely glorious about a cold shower at the end of the day! Nothing like scrubing off sweat, sunscreen, bug spray, and dirt while getting a break from the heat. The break doesn't last long though... as soon as you turn off the water, you're back to being sticky and sweaty. Looking forward to the cold shower reminds me of the mission trip I went on to Jamaica in high school.
Looking forward to Manuel Antonio National Park tomorrow! Praying for clear skies and little rain!
Since Manuel Antonio is closed today, we asked the workers at our hostel what they recommend we do today. So... today became an "Off The Beaten Path" day where we took advice and directions from locals to find spots that are not listed in guide books. We were definitely in for an adventure!
Our first decision was to hike into the jungle and find "the waterfall" that the locals mentioned. We hiked up a mountain along a paved road (and risked getting hit by cars zooming by or bitten by dogs barking at our heels), and then turned off of the paved road into the... jungle! We were told to follow the river to the waterfall, so we found the river and walked along it for about an hour and a half. Sometimes we were walking along the right bank, sometimes the left bank, and sometimes we had to walk right in the middle of the river.
Following the river deep into the jungle was such a neat experience. It was fun picking our way through the rocks and vines along the banks of the river to find our way among the plants and insects that we'd never seen before. I had "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns N' Roses stuck in my head the whole time, except that the only line I could remember at the time was "welcome to the jungle!", so that got a little old after a while ;) My favorite quote from the hike in was from Ag... "Ouch! Don't grab THAT tree! There's spiky things on it!!"
Since we were literally in the rainforest, it was super hot and humid and moist. We sweated up a storm. Beading, dripping, pouring, sticky grossness. I don't mind sweating, but this kind of sweating... in the heat and humidity... there was just no break from it. Nothing ever dries either because it's so humid. Let's just say we were looking forward to finding this waterfall so we could go swimming to cool off!
We were pumped when we found the top of the waterfall! There was a rope tied to one of the trees and hanging down a rock face that we used to climb down to the bottom. We didn't waste any time throwing our bags down and jumping in for a swim.
This place was gorgeous! I couldn't believe that we were here on our first full day in Costa Rica! We were in the middle of the jungle, at a secluded waterfall that pooled into a deep lagoon, shaded by the rainforest canopy with sunlight poking through the trees and dancing on the surface of the deep green water. It was picturesque! One of those places that you see in the movies :)
We swam around the lagoon in the refreshingly cold water, swam underneath the waterfall with the water pounding on our heads, laid out on the sunny rocks, and the best part- climbed up the rock face and jumped from the top of the waterfall! Exhilaratingly wonderful! (Though admittedly I was a bit scared of climbing up the slippery rock... I didn't want to slip and fall).
On our hike back from the waterfall, we were told to continue down river and then turn left and head up the mountain. When we emerged at the top and came out of the trees, we were rewarded with a stellar view of... the jungle! Green mountains everywhere, and we still had blue skies! It was beautiful! Well... except for the heat, intense sweating, and fact that we didn't know where to go from here... It made me a little uneasy, especially because we were low on water, but after picking around the hillside for a while, we eventually found our way to a paved road where we found a person to ask for directions. Turns out that we weren't that far off! Awesome!
We stopped at a market, bought some peanut butter and bread for snacks and jumped in the car to find more "off the beaten path" locations. We drove and then hiked to a lookout tower on the backside of a hotel called Hotel California, haha. When we got there though, some construction workers told us that it wasn't a safe structure to climb... so we didn't climb it :(
We continued driving and then pulled over on the side of the road and hiked to a local beach called Playa Bisanz. It ended up not being that great... it was small and dirty and smelly and at this point, I was just hungry and hot...
So then we tried to find a "secret path" to another lookout. It was getting later in the evening and the sun was beginning to set, so we wanted to get a good view to see it, but since we are in the jungle, there are always trees in the way. We were up on a mountain overlooking the Pacific Ocean, so we were pumped to see a sunset. Well... It took us some time, but we found the path! It just so happened that the path was behind a guardhouse to a resort, and the guard saw us and wouldn't let us go to the lookout :(
Well, we were all still determined to see the sunset, so we drove all of the way down the mountain and back into town. We parked alongside the beach and were rewarded with an INCREDIBLE sunset!!!! So beautiful and so worth all of the trouble we went through trying to get a good view. Reds, oranges, and yellows changed to pinks, purples, and blues. Travis's quote of the evening-"This is the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen without a sun" (because our angle down on the beach front didn't exactly show the actual sun setting, but we still got to see the awesome colors)!
The sun sets really early in Costa Rica, between 5:30 and 6:00 pm. This really caught me off guard since back home the sun sets at 9 pm this time of the year. The early sunset also means an early sunrise... at 5 am. Because of this, I am finding that most businesses here open at 6 am and close at 7 pm. For example, after the sunset we went to have dinner, and the place where we ate was out of almost everything on their menu.
The hostel we're staying at doesnt have hot water or air conditioning. In fact, most hostels, hotels, restaurants, shops, etc. do not have hot water or air conditioning. I understand not having hot water because it's so darn hot here year round, but air conditioning? That's going to be something tough to deal with this week... sweating while trying to sleep... BUT there's just something absolutely glorious about a cold shower at the end of the day! Nothing like scrubing off sweat, sunscreen, bug spray, and dirt while getting a break from the heat. The break doesn't last long though... as soon as you turn off the water, you're back to being sticky and sweaty. Looking forward to the cold shower reminds me of the mission trip I went on to Jamaica in high school.
Looking forward to Manuel Antonio National Park tomorrow! Praying for clear skies and little rain!
Pura Vida
So let's see where we are... I have one week left of my self-proclaimed "life break". Yes, it's time to enter the "real" world and start my job in business consulting. I put "real" in quotes because I consider myself having been experiencing the real world all along, just not the corporate world I suppose. I'm not sure if I'm prepared for that beast, but the clock is, indeed, ticking.
So what did I decide to do? Jump on a trip to Costa Rica with three friends from Georgia Tech Swimming (Agatha, Travis, and Courtney) and one of Travis's friends from Ohio (Tiffani). We will be returning to the states on Sunday, August 7th, just in time for my start date on August 8th! Whoop!
I was definitely looking forward to the trip (and hoping to do some serious zip lining through the rainforest canopies), but my feelings upon leaving Atlanta were a bit uneasy. I'm not sure what it was, but I think it was a combination of my lack of planning for this trip and my impending job. Let's just say that I was researching information about Costa Rica on the flight there.
So here's what I've got: the Republic of Costa Rica is located in the Central American isthmus. Costa Rica (meaning "Rich Coast") is bordered by Nicaragua to the north, Panama to the south, the Pacific Ocean to the west, and the Caribbean Sea to the east, boasting 800 miles of coastline. "Pura vida" is the local phrase, literally meaning "pure life" and referring to the relaxed mindset of vacationers and locals alike. Colones are the currency, Spanish is the official language (yay!), and it's currently the rainy season! Oh boy! Costa Rica is also known for its biodiversity, possessing the greatest density of species in the world!! Now that is just plain cool!
When flying into San Jose, the capital city, I definitely got the feeling that I was landing in a jungle. The landscape was beautiful! Rolling hills below and high mountains in the distance covered in dense, lush trees and deep green rainforest. Rust red roof tops dotted the landscape, and dirt roads weaved their ways through the hills.
We were all arriving at the airport at different times. About 30 minutes after I arrived, I found Agatha in the bathroom! Her comment: " We know each other faaaaar to well!" Travis was the last one to arrive, coming from his study abroad in Peru, so he had quite the welcoming committee outside of customs!
We took a shuttle over to the Thrifty to rent our car. It ended up being twice as expensive as we were quoted online, and we ended up paying more for full insurance coverage too (the roads are in awful condition in Costa Rica). We got a white Toyota Prado SUV that has seven seat belts, but it really only "comfortably" fits five people and their luggage. It takes diesel fuels, and it has 4 wheel drive too, so we were happy about that!
We decided to drive out of San Jose today as we had heard there was not much to it. We drove south through Jaco, a popular beach and surf spot, and stayed the night in Quepos, a small town right outside of Manuel Antonio National Park. Driving in Costa Rica has been good so far. Prior to our trip, we had all heard and read that the roads in Costa Rica are awful- mostly unpaved and loaded with potholes. We haven't ventured into any of those yet, but we are planning on going to some remote areas, so we'll see.
What I can say is that driving in Costa Rica has been fun so far! On our way out of San Jose, the sun was setting and the sky cloudy and rainy. On both sides of the road there were hills covered in deep green jungle! The vines, thick canopies, and big green leaves combined with the low, dark clouds and fog hanging in the trees made it feel like we were in Jurassic Park and that a velociraptor was going to jump out and eat us at any second! Fun fact: La Isla de Coco is off of the coast of Costa Rica and was the inspiration for Jurassic Park, so in a way, we ARE in Jurassic Park!
We arrived in Quepos late at night. We got a couple rooms at the Wide Mouth Frog Hostel and had some casado for dinner haha. Casado is a typical Costa Rican meal of rice, black beans, potatoes, salad, fried plantains, and a meat (fish, beef, or chicken). I laugh because in Spanish, "casado" means "married". Our plan was to go to the Manuel Antonio National Park tomorrow, but... surprise! It's closed on Mondays! So, we've got to wait a day, but we should be able to find some awesome things to do tomorrow regardless.
So what did I decide to do? Jump on a trip to Costa Rica with three friends from Georgia Tech Swimming (Agatha, Travis, and Courtney) and one of Travis's friends from Ohio (Tiffani). We will be returning to the states on Sunday, August 7th, just in time for my start date on August 8th! Whoop!
I was definitely looking forward to the trip (and hoping to do some serious zip lining through the rainforest canopies), but my feelings upon leaving Atlanta were a bit uneasy. I'm not sure what it was, but I think it was a combination of my lack of planning for this trip and my impending job. Let's just say that I was researching information about Costa Rica on the flight there.
So here's what I've got: the Republic of Costa Rica is located in the Central American isthmus. Costa Rica (meaning "Rich Coast") is bordered by Nicaragua to the north, Panama to the south, the Pacific Ocean to the west, and the Caribbean Sea to the east, boasting 800 miles of coastline. "Pura vida" is the local phrase, literally meaning "pure life" and referring to the relaxed mindset of vacationers and locals alike. Colones are the currency, Spanish is the official language (yay!), and it's currently the rainy season! Oh boy! Costa Rica is also known for its biodiversity, possessing the greatest density of species in the world!! Now that is just plain cool!
When flying into San Jose, the capital city, I definitely got the feeling that I was landing in a jungle. The landscape was beautiful! Rolling hills below and high mountains in the distance covered in dense, lush trees and deep green rainforest. Rust red roof tops dotted the landscape, and dirt roads weaved their ways through the hills.
We were all arriving at the airport at different times. About 30 minutes after I arrived, I found Agatha in the bathroom! Her comment: " We know each other faaaaar to well!" Travis was the last one to arrive, coming from his study abroad in Peru, so he had quite the welcoming committee outside of customs!
We took a shuttle over to the Thrifty to rent our car. It ended up being twice as expensive as we were quoted online, and we ended up paying more for full insurance coverage too (the roads are in awful condition in Costa Rica). We got a white Toyota Prado SUV that has seven seat belts, but it really only "comfortably" fits five people and their luggage. It takes diesel fuels, and it has 4 wheel drive too, so we were happy about that!
We decided to drive out of San Jose today as we had heard there was not much to it. We drove south through Jaco, a popular beach and surf spot, and stayed the night in Quepos, a small town right outside of Manuel Antonio National Park. Driving in Costa Rica has been good so far. Prior to our trip, we had all heard and read that the roads in Costa Rica are awful- mostly unpaved and loaded with potholes. We haven't ventured into any of those yet, but we are planning on going to some remote areas, so we'll see.
What I can say is that driving in Costa Rica has been fun so far! On our way out of San Jose, the sun was setting and the sky cloudy and rainy. On both sides of the road there were hills covered in deep green jungle! The vines, thick canopies, and big green leaves combined with the low, dark clouds and fog hanging in the trees made it feel like we were in Jurassic Park and that a velociraptor was going to jump out and eat us at any second! Fun fact: La Isla de Coco is off of the coast of Costa Rica and was the inspiration for Jurassic Park, so in a way, we ARE in Jurassic Park!
We arrived in Quepos late at night. We got a couple rooms at the Wide Mouth Frog Hostel and had some casado for dinner haha. Casado is a typical Costa Rican meal of rice, black beans, potatoes, salad, fried plantains, and a meat (fish, beef, or chicken). I laugh because in Spanish, "casado" means "married". Our plan was to go to the Manuel Antonio National Park tomorrow, but... surprise! It's closed on Mondays! So, we've got to wait a day, but we should be able to find some awesome things to do tomorrow regardless.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Fairbanks, Alaska
After finishing our awesome hike up and down Mount Healy, it was time to continue our drive to Fairbanks, Alana's hometown! But first, we dominated some Subway and then went tacky souvenir shopping haha!
Fairbanks is awesome! Alana lives up on a hill (more like a mountain) and on clear days you can Mt. McKinley! Alana's home is beautiful! Her dad built it! They have a huge yard, a massive garage, a big garden that my mom would just love, a big freezer for all of their meat (yay for halibut fishing!), and a pet goose! Hah the goose's name is "Alvin, the goose that won't die". they also have their moose heads, bear hides, and stuffed fish hanging in the hallway. So Alaska :)
Alana drove me around town and showed me the University of Alaska Fairbanks (beautiful!), her high school, and the Alaskan Pipeline (my engineering mind LOVED it). We also stopped by the Great Alaskan Bowl Company and I bought a serving bowl carved out of Alaskan birch hardwood.
We also drove to North Pole, Alaska! Yes, there is a city in Alaska named North Pole (and Alaskans refer to it as "North Pole", not " The North Pole"). North Pole lives up to it's name though, with candy cane striped light poles lining the streets, a reindeer farm, a huge Santa statue, and of course, Santa's house! Alana and I may or may not have sat on Santa's lap and talked about our big girl jobs. It was kind of awkward.
For dinner, Mrs. Clooten cooked up our shrimp! We boiled some and then battered and fried others. It was delicious! The shrimp sure didn't last long! Mr. Clooten helped me pack up some frozen halibut to take back home to Atlanta, and he was super generous and offered me moose meat and bear meat too. Yes please! Then we all played a few rounds of pinochle. It was intense, and it's a difficult game to learn, but oh so fun!
I had a four hour delay at the airport in Fairbanks trying to get back to Atlanta. BUT I met the daughter of Dr. Joseph Mayo Pettit, who was the 8th President of Georgia Tech from 1972-1986. He was the President when the President's Scholarship Program was started! I love traveling in Georgia Tech gear, you meet the most incredible people!
Must I say that my trip to Alaska with Alana was incredible? Many many thanks to Alana and her family for having me to their home, and for so much more!
Fairbanks is awesome! Alana lives up on a hill (more like a mountain) and on clear days you can Mt. McKinley! Alana's home is beautiful! Her dad built it! They have a huge yard, a massive garage, a big garden that my mom would just love, a big freezer for all of their meat (yay for halibut fishing!), and a pet goose! Hah the goose's name is "Alvin, the goose that won't die". they also have their moose heads, bear hides, and stuffed fish hanging in the hallway. So Alaska :)
Alana drove me around town and showed me the University of Alaska Fairbanks (beautiful!), her high school, and the Alaskan Pipeline (my engineering mind LOVED it). We also stopped by the Great Alaskan Bowl Company and I bought a serving bowl carved out of Alaskan birch hardwood.
We also drove to North Pole, Alaska! Yes, there is a city in Alaska named North Pole (and Alaskans refer to it as "North Pole", not " The North Pole"). North Pole lives up to it's name though, with candy cane striped light poles lining the streets, a reindeer farm, a huge Santa statue, and of course, Santa's house! Alana and I may or may not have sat on Santa's lap and talked about our big girl jobs. It was kind of awkward.
For dinner, Mrs. Clooten cooked up our shrimp! We boiled some and then battered and fried others. It was delicious! The shrimp sure didn't last long! Mr. Clooten helped me pack up some frozen halibut to take back home to Atlanta, and he was super generous and offered me moose meat and bear meat too. Yes please! Then we all played a few rounds of pinochle. It was intense, and it's a difficult game to learn, but oh so fun!
I had a four hour delay at the airport in Fairbanks trying to get back to Atlanta. BUT I met the daughter of Dr. Joseph Mayo Pettit, who was the 8th President of Georgia Tech from 1972-1986. He was the President when the President's Scholarship Program was started! I love traveling in Georgia Tech gear, you meet the most incredible people!
Must I say that my trip to Alaska with Alana was incredible? Many many thanks to Alana and her family for having me to their home, and for so much more!
Mount Healy Summit
So here's where the trip gets really fun. We pulled our last shrimp pots, spent a few hours trying to get the boat out of the water and back on the trailer, then Alana and I ran to quickly shower before catching a tunnel out of Whittier. The only public shower in Whittier was in the middle of a grocery store, in a closet with a mop and bucket in front of it. What an adventure.
Then we had a 12 hour drive ahead of us to Fairbanks. We decided to brea up the trip by spending the night outside of Denali National Park and doing some hiking the next day, then finishing the trip to Fairbanks. Alana and I rode with Nate in his truck, followed by Lucas and Chip pulling the boat (and consequently going much slower). We drove until 1 am and then pulled over at a Chevron gas station in a super small town to sleep. Alana and I fell asleep in the front seats of Nate's truck with Nate in the back, and then 2 hours later Lucas arrived with the boat. Alana and I groggily climbed into the boat and finished sleeping there. We all woke up at 7 am to give Lucas enough time to get his rented truck back to Fairbanks. It was a crazy night with little sleep, but Alana, Nate, and I were still planning on summiting Mount Healy today at Denali National Park!
Denali is actually the name of Mount McKinley, which is the highest point in North America. Denali means "the great one", and Dnali National Park is famous not only for Mt. McKinley, but also for having abundant wildlife like grizzly bears, moose, caribou, and mountain sheep.
We chose to do the Mount Healy Overlook Trail, which is an official trail maintained by the park. After doing more research, Alana and I discovered that there is a "social" trail that continues to the summit after the official end of the Overlook Trail. We are definitely planning on attempting the summit trail, depending on weather conditions and how clearly defined the social trail is.
So the actual Mount Healy Overlook Trail is a gorgeous 4.5 miles roundtrip, with a 1700 ft elevation change within 2.5 miles, and up to 25% grade. The social trail is an additional 2 miles to the summit and back. (wow I wish I had had all this information about hikes in New Zealand... those were far more vague. But hey, it's not an adventure if you know too much about what you're getting yourself into).
The Overlook Trail was fantastic and rewarding! It offered gorgeous views over the Nenana River valley and Healy Ridge. I look back at my pictures and think that some of them could be paintings! Diverse landscape, an abundant mix of colors, and defined ridge lines... amazing.
When you begin on the Overlook Trail, you cross a bridge over Horseshoe Creek, after which there's a moderately steep climb through a forest of spruce mixed with aspen and alder. After a mile you reach a scenic viewpoint where you can see Mt. Fellows to the east and the Alaska Range to the south. At this point, the trail moves from stunted spruce into thickets of alder, and at the base of a ridge begins a series of switchbacks. You reach Halfway Rock, a 12ft boulder, at 1.2 miles.
The steep climb continues, with the switchbacks becoming shorter, and at 1.6 miles you move from a taiga zone of alder to the alpine tundra: a world of moss, lichen, wildflowers and incredible views. Here you can start seeing large hoary marmots, a northern cousin of the groundhog, and the pika, a small relative of the rabbit. We saw a lot of pesky squirrel/groundhog liking guys who tried to steal our food and eat through our bags if we left our bags alone too long (haha we were complaining to Mr. Clooten about these marmots, and his response was, "Why didn't you shoot them?" Love it!).
In the final 0.4 miles the trail emerges below Mt. Healy Overlook. You then curve steeply around the ridge to emerge at the rocky bench that is the overlook. Views from here are excellent! Sugar Loaf Mountain, at 4450ft, dominates the eastern horizon, and if the weather had been clearer, we could have seen the Mt. McKinley massif, some 80 miles away. We were hoping to see Dallas sheep on the slopes, but we weren't that lucky. We saw lots of sheep droppings though!
Above the overlook to the northwest is the actual summit of Mt. Healy. From the overlook (3425ft), we climbed another mile to the high point of Healy Ridge (4217ft). We sure reached a high point on the trail, but we're not sure if we reached the actual summit (5700ft). It felt like we were on a ridge, but the trail had disappeared, so we stopped and admired the incredible views instead :) What an awesome hike! I love climbing mountains!
Then we had a 12 hour drive ahead of us to Fairbanks. We decided to brea up the trip by spending the night outside of Denali National Park and doing some hiking the next day, then finishing the trip to Fairbanks. Alana and I rode with Nate in his truck, followed by Lucas and Chip pulling the boat (and consequently going much slower). We drove until 1 am and then pulled over at a Chevron gas station in a super small town to sleep. Alana and I fell asleep in the front seats of Nate's truck with Nate in the back, and then 2 hours later Lucas arrived with the boat. Alana and I groggily climbed into the boat and finished sleeping there. We all woke up at 7 am to give Lucas enough time to get his rented truck back to Fairbanks. It was a crazy night with little sleep, but Alana, Nate, and I were still planning on summiting Mount Healy today at Denali National Park!
Denali is actually the name of Mount McKinley, which is the highest point in North America. Denali means "the great one", and Dnali National Park is famous not only for Mt. McKinley, but also for having abundant wildlife like grizzly bears, moose, caribou, and mountain sheep.
We chose to do the Mount Healy Overlook Trail, which is an official trail maintained by the park. After doing more research, Alana and I discovered that there is a "social" trail that continues to the summit after the official end of the Overlook Trail. We are definitely planning on attempting the summit trail, depending on weather conditions and how clearly defined the social trail is.
So the actual Mount Healy Overlook Trail is a gorgeous 4.5 miles roundtrip, with a 1700 ft elevation change within 2.5 miles, and up to 25% grade. The social trail is an additional 2 miles to the summit and back. (wow I wish I had had all this information about hikes in New Zealand... those were far more vague. But hey, it's not an adventure if you know too much about what you're getting yourself into).
The Overlook Trail was fantastic and rewarding! It offered gorgeous views over the Nenana River valley and Healy Ridge. I look back at my pictures and think that some of them could be paintings! Diverse landscape, an abundant mix of colors, and defined ridge lines... amazing.
When you begin on the Overlook Trail, you cross a bridge over Horseshoe Creek, after which there's a moderately steep climb through a forest of spruce mixed with aspen and alder. After a mile you reach a scenic viewpoint where you can see Mt. Fellows to the east and the Alaska Range to the south. At this point, the trail moves from stunted spruce into thickets of alder, and at the base of a ridge begins a series of switchbacks. You reach Halfway Rock, a 12ft boulder, at 1.2 miles.
The steep climb continues, with the switchbacks becoming shorter, and at 1.6 miles you move from a taiga zone of alder to the alpine tundra: a world of moss, lichen, wildflowers and incredible views. Here you can start seeing large hoary marmots, a northern cousin of the groundhog, and the pika, a small relative of the rabbit. We saw a lot of pesky squirrel/groundhog liking guys who tried to steal our food and eat through our bags if we left our bags alone too long (haha we were complaining to Mr. Clooten about these marmots, and his response was, "Why didn't you shoot them?" Love it!).
In the final 0.4 miles the trail emerges below Mt. Healy Overlook. You then curve steeply around the ridge to emerge at the rocky bench that is the overlook. Views from here are excellent! Sugar Loaf Mountain, at 4450ft, dominates the eastern horizon, and if the weather had been clearer, we could have seen the Mt. McKinley massif, some 80 miles away. We were hoping to see Dallas sheep on the slopes, but we weren't that lucky. We saw lots of sheep droppings though!
Above the overlook to the northwest is the actual summit of Mt. Healy. From the overlook (3425ft), we climbed another mile to the high point of Healy Ridge (4217ft). We sure reached a high point on the trail, but we're not sure if we reached the actual summit (5700ft). It felt like we were on a ridge, but the trail had disappeared, so we stopped and admired the incredible views instead :) What an awesome hike! I love climbing mountains!
The Art of Shrimping
The gear:
- Pots to drop and catch the shrimp.
- Bait to attract the shrimp. We got quite a bit of advice from other shrimpers, most of which was to use food with really oily fishy smells, like tuna cat food or salmon carcasses. We used shrimp pellets and cat food. Friskies!
- Weights to keep the pots from getting carried away in the current. We used plastic coated rebar.
- 600 feet of leaded (weighted) line per pot. You need 20-30% more line than the depth you are planning on fishing at (so with our 600 ft of line, we could fish at a max of around 450 ft). The current can drag your pot, and if it gets dragged deeper than the amount of line you have, then your buoy will get pulled underwater and you'll lose your pot. The line must be weighted because by law, all line attached to the pot must be below the surface of the water so boats do not run over it.
- Buoys to mark where you dropped your pots. Buoys must be labeled with the shrimper's name, address, and boat license number.
- A GPS, a depth finder, and an underwater terrain mapper and fish finder. Yeah right! We didn't have any of these fancy gadgets.
- An automatic crank and reels for pulling in the pots and collect the 600 feet of leaded line. Yeah we didn't have this rigging system either. We had our hands though!
- Money... to buy the gear, get a fishing license, a shrimping permit, to launch the boat, and to rent a slip at the marina.
The strategy:
- Deep and steep is the shrimper's mantra. You want to drop the pot in deep, cold water, and have it land on a steep, rocky cliff.
- Shrimp travel in columns. If you attract one, you'll most likely attract the whole bunch of them. If you don't attract just one, you won't get any.
- We learned from local shrimpers that you can drop pots at the base of waterfalls, since the shrimp feed of the nutrients that the waterfalls dump into the ocean.
- Most shrimpers drop lines of pots, but since we only had two pots, we didn't have this luxury. So, we picked two separate waterfalls to drop each pot. We planned to let the pots sit overnight and "soak" for 13 hours. Then we would go pull the pots. Whichever pot had more shrimp would be where we would rebait the pots and drop both of the them back down to let them soak for a few more hours before pulling them and heading back to Fairbanks.
The results:
The first two pots soaked for 13 hours overnight. The next morning I pulled up the first pot. 600 feet of wet, leaded line by hand, with a shrimp-filled pot on the end (hopefully). And our first pot was........ empty :( waa waaaa.
Even though our first pot was empty, all of our bait was gone. My conclusion was that the bait shifted to the corner of the pot, so the shrimp ate it from the outside and didn't have to swim into the pot to get it. I rigged some bait baskets by emptying Coke cans, filling them with shrimp pellets, and then poking holes into the sides of the cans, and then had Nate suspend the Coke cans in the middle of the pot to attract the shrimp inside.
Alana pulled up our second 13-hr soaker pot. And... we had shrimp!! About 14 of them! Whoop! We got spotted shrimp and striped shrimp. The spotted are the largest species in the Passage Canal, so we were pumped about catching these guys. They were as long as my hand! Once you catch shrimp, you have to keep them fresh, but they don't keep well when they are alive, so you immediately need to separate their heads from their tails. You wrap one hand around the head, one around the tail, and then press your finger into the neck to separate the shrimp. Toss the head, put the tail on ice, yum! Breaking the live shrimp in half was kind of crazy though. Ugh I did it with bare hands and really wished I'd had gloves because right when you're separating the head,the tail clinches in your hand! Ah! I almost dropped a few of them because it felt so crazy!
So after our shrimp catching excitement, we rebaited the two pots and dropped them again. We would let them soak for about 4 hours before pulling them up again. During the 4-hour soak, we went back into harbor and had fish and chips and battered shrimp for lunch, then we jumped back out on the boat to cruise around for a few hours.
The weather today was AMAZING! I think we got one of the four days a year that there is no rain. And that wasn't even the best part! Today there were no clouds, no fog, and no wind! Sunshine and blue skies, beautifully calm turquoise ocean water, and clear green mountains with huge glaciers at the tops melting into incredible cascades down into the Passage Canal. It was incredibly picturesque. I love comparing the pictures I took from this day to yesterday's rainy day. The difference is insane! Alana and I just hung out on the top of the boat, took pictures, and enjoyed the sunshine and warmer weather. We even found four sea otters hanging out at the surface of the water, so we cruised around them for a while and got awesome pictures!
So then we went back to pull up our pots! Chip pulled one and got about 15 shrimp, and then Nate pulled the last one (our rigged Coke can one) and got over 20 shrimp! Our best pot! Whoop!
It was so surprising that our pots that soaked for less time had much more shrimp, and it was fun talking about why that could've happened (placement, bait, time of day, etc.). I'll tell you one thing, shrimping is ADDICTING! There is so much anticipation when pulling up the pots! And when you pull one up and it's full of shrimp, all you want to do is rebait it and drop it down again. And when you pull one up and it's empty, then all you want to do is rebait and try again! Haha I loved the rush of getting shrimp and separating them and then strategizing where to drop the next pot. It's kind of sad though because once you drop all of your pots, then all you can do is wait. I guess that's when we would go fish for more halibut!
- Pots to drop and catch the shrimp.
- Bait to attract the shrimp. We got quite a bit of advice from other shrimpers, most of which was to use food with really oily fishy smells, like tuna cat food or salmon carcasses. We used shrimp pellets and cat food. Friskies!
- Weights to keep the pots from getting carried away in the current. We used plastic coated rebar.
- 600 feet of leaded (weighted) line per pot. You need 20-30% more line than the depth you are planning on fishing at (so with our 600 ft of line, we could fish at a max of around 450 ft). The current can drag your pot, and if it gets dragged deeper than the amount of line you have, then your buoy will get pulled underwater and you'll lose your pot. The line must be weighted because by law, all line attached to the pot must be below the surface of the water so boats do not run over it.
- Buoys to mark where you dropped your pots. Buoys must be labeled with the shrimper's name, address, and boat license number.
- A GPS, a depth finder, and an underwater terrain mapper and fish finder. Yeah right! We didn't have any of these fancy gadgets.
- An automatic crank and reels for pulling in the pots and collect the 600 feet of leaded line. Yeah we didn't have this rigging system either. We had our hands though!
- Money... to buy the gear, get a fishing license, a shrimping permit, to launch the boat, and to rent a slip at the marina.
The strategy:
- Deep and steep is the shrimper's mantra. You want to drop the pot in deep, cold water, and have it land on a steep, rocky cliff.
- Shrimp travel in columns. If you attract one, you'll most likely attract the whole bunch of them. If you don't attract just one, you won't get any.
- We learned from local shrimpers that you can drop pots at the base of waterfalls, since the shrimp feed of the nutrients that the waterfalls dump into the ocean.
- Most shrimpers drop lines of pots, but since we only had two pots, we didn't have this luxury. So, we picked two separate waterfalls to drop each pot. We planned to let the pots sit overnight and "soak" for 13 hours. Then we would go pull the pots. Whichever pot had more shrimp would be where we would rebait the pots and drop both of the them back down to let them soak for a few more hours before pulling them and heading back to Fairbanks.
The results:
The first two pots soaked for 13 hours overnight. The next morning I pulled up the first pot. 600 feet of wet, leaded line by hand, with a shrimp-filled pot on the end (hopefully). And our first pot was........ empty :( waa waaaa.
Even though our first pot was empty, all of our bait was gone. My conclusion was that the bait shifted to the corner of the pot, so the shrimp ate it from the outside and didn't have to swim into the pot to get it. I rigged some bait baskets by emptying Coke cans, filling them with shrimp pellets, and then poking holes into the sides of the cans, and then had Nate suspend the Coke cans in the middle of the pot to attract the shrimp inside.
Alana pulled up our second 13-hr soaker pot. And... we had shrimp!! About 14 of them! Whoop! We got spotted shrimp and striped shrimp. The spotted are the largest species in the Passage Canal, so we were pumped about catching these guys. They were as long as my hand! Once you catch shrimp, you have to keep them fresh, but they don't keep well when they are alive, so you immediately need to separate their heads from their tails. You wrap one hand around the head, one around the tail, and then press your finger into the neck to separate the shrimp. Toss the head, put the tail on ice, yum! Breaking the live shrimp in half was kind of crazy though. Ugh I did it with bare hands and really wished I'd had gloves because right when you're separating the head,the tail clinches in your hand! Ah! I almost dropped a few of them because it felt so crazy!
So after our shrimp catching excitement, we rebaited the two pots and dropped them again. We would let them soak for about 4 hours before pulling them up again. During the 4-hour soak, we went back into harbor and had fish and chips and battered shrimp for lunch, then we jumped back out on the boat to cruise around for a few hours.
The weather today was AMAZING! I think we got one of the four days a year that there is no rain. And that wasn't even the best part! Today there were no clouds, no fog, and no wind! Sunshine and blue skies, beautifully calm turquoise ocean water, and clear green mountains with huge glaciers at the tops melting into incredible cascades down into the Passage Canal. It was incredibly picturesque. I love comparing the pictures I took from this day to yesterday's rainy day. The difference is insane! Alana and I just hung out on the top of the boat, took pictures, and enjoyed the sunshine and warmer weather. We even found four sea otters hanging out at the surface of the water, so we cruised around them for a while and got awesome pictures!
So then we went back to pull up our pots! Chip pulled one and got about 15 shrimp, and then Nate pulled the last one (our rigged Coke can one) and got over 20 shrimp! Our best pot! Whoop!
It was so surprising that our pots that soaked for less time had much more shrimp, and it was fun talking about why that could've happened (placement, bait, time of day, etc.). I'll tell you one thing, shrimping is ADDICTING! There is so much anticipation when pulling up the pots! And when you pull one up and it's full of shrimp, all you want to do is rebait it and drop it down again. And when you pull one up and it's empty, then all you want to do is rebait and try again! Haha I loved the rush of getting shrimp and separating them and then strategizing where to drop the next pot. It's kind of sad though because once you drop all of your pots, then all you can do is wait. I guess that's when we would go fish for more halibut!
On To Whittier
During our last day in Ninilchik we woke up early in the morning to go out fishing. After catching our quota of halibut for the day, we headed back to shore, filleted the halibut, and then started packing up camp. I cannot explain how identical Mr. Clooten and my dad are! Mr. Clooten had his whole process for packing ironed out to a tee! He basically emptied the U-Haul and we all stood by with the gear waiting for what he would call next to pack into the U-Haul. Hilarious!
After packing up camp, we all headed to Whittier, a small town known best for it's shrimping out in the Passage Canal, the gateway to the Gulf of Alaska. Mr. and Mrs. Clooten drove in the motorhome; Alana and I rode with Nate in his truck; and Chip rode with Lucas who drove his boat. The goal is to stay in Whittier for a few nights and go out on Lucas's boat to try our hands at shrimping!
Whittier is a super small town with a population of 170! That's less than my small high school graduation class of 200! The majority of Whittier's residents live in a high-rise condominium at the back of the town, right up against the mountains, with waterfalls all around it. Quite beautiful! Most of those who live in Whittier are shrimpers or fisherman, and the rest operate small businesses, like restaurants, cafes, and gifts shops for the small number of tourists willing to make the trip to Whittier.
Whittier is further isolated by a five-mile long tunnel through a mountain. The tunnel is one-way, and also includes railroad tracks! Hence, the use of this tunnel is highly regulated, and of course, comes with a price. The tunnel releases once an hour from either side, and when you drive through, there are rocks walls right next to both sides of the car, and the car is straddling railroad tracks. Pretty cool, but it was somewhat annoying to deal with "catching a tunnel" into Whittier, but really only because it was an unexpected delay in our plans.
So we had read that Whittier was beautiful, but that is not quite the impression we got when we arrived. We emerged from the tunnel around 11pm, but there was no campground in Whittier to camp with the motorhome, or even to park the cars. After caravanning through the small sleeping city for a while, a policeman (probably the only one in Wittier) allowed us to park in an empty parking lot on the other side of town. Nice.
The next morning we woke up to rain. And clouds. And rain. And wind. And fog. And rain. And rain. And horizontal rain. And cold. Welcome to Whittier, where the weather couldn't get shittier! Did you know that Whittier gets an average of 190 inches of rainfall a year?!?! To put this in perspective, Seattle, our perceived nation's rainiest city, gets a mere 65 inches of rainfall a year. Whittier gets triple this amount!
We spent almost our entire first day in Whittier working on the boat. Lucas bought it about a year ago, and it still needs some fixing up in terms of the engine, steering, etc. So the boys stood outside in the rain and watched Lucas and Mr. Clooten argue about the boat, while Alana, Mrs, Clooten, and I sat inside the motorhome and talked about how we should've just stayed in Ninilchik and caught more halibut. Alana and I still had some hopes that we would get the boat out and catch some shrimp, but even our enthusiasm was dwindling.
That evening, Mr. and Mrs. Clooten headed back to Fairbanks while Alana and I stayed with Lucas, Chip, and Nate to do some shrimping. By 6 pm we were finally taking the boat to the ramp to put it into the water. By this point, the rain was off and on, whereas in the morning it was a constant horizontal menace. We were relatively dry during the launch, and then huddled inside the boat's cabin to wait out the rain and determine our shrimping strategy.
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