Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Book Expo Signing Tomorrow

With apologies for my recent failure to update my appearance schedule (and everything else too) -- if you're in New York and if you're at Book Expo, I'll be signing ARCs of Jane, Unlimited tomorrow from 2 to 3 at the Penguin booth. Come and get them! :)

Thursday, May 25, 2017

This Moose

This moose removed the leaves from this birch tree so delicately.
Spotted near Eagle River; picture taken by Kevin. 

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

In Which I Do Something Extraordinary

While Kevin was off hiking on his own...

I treated myself to something special.

I boarded a little red plane...

And we flew to Denali. Click on any picture to embiggen.

The peak on the left is Denali. That's a glacier flowing through the center of the picture.

We flew all the way around Denali.

 Glacier on left, peaks on right.

We flew low over glaciers.

We flew so close to the peaks!

Did I mention I got to sit in the cockpit? That's Chip flying the plane.

Those colorful dots are tents of climbers on their approach to Denali base camp. See the lines in the snow? Base camp is along the path to the left. The dark shape at the top is the shadow of the mountain.

Follow the line to those few little dots in the left middlish part of the picture. That's Denali base camp!

Then guess what we did?

Some hikers needed a pickup...

So we landed in the Ruth Glacier Gorge.

We landed on a glacier!

The plane landed on skis.

It was silent, except for the occasional avalanche. It was HUGE.

Definitely click this one to embiggen.

A day like this called for a snow angel.

Thank you, K2 Aviation and Denali National Park, for this unforgettable experience. There are no words, so just click on this picture.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Alaska Texts with Sisters

Monday, May 15, 2017

Kevin Hikes Off and I Write

At my beautiful writing cabin in Talkeetna, Alaska, overlooking the mountains of Denali National Park, I took pictures....

It's raining in the moutains...
See the face?

I took this one at sunset, around 10:30pm....

While Kevin, preparing for his solo hiking trip, counted calories in chocolate, pasta, jerky, etc. to make sure he was bringing enough.

It was a big job, but eventually, everything he needed -- food, water, layers, tent, stove, fuel, sleeping bag, thermarest, GoPro, snowshoes, etc., etc. -- was in the pack.

Even after he fell asleep, I was still taking pictures.

Took this one around midnight. That's the western sky.

And the western sky again around 3AM. That little bump is the top of Denali.

In the morning, the mountain was out.

We drove to Denali State Park, home of Kesugi Ridge, where Kevin would be hiking. He hydrated....

Put on his gaiters....

And then he was off.

There he goes! Have fun Kevin!

On the drive on my way back to my writing cabin, I took another picture of Denali...

For you see,  though I'm officially writing while Kevin's away, I also have a mountain-themed adventure of my own on my planner. More soon here on the blog :).

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Hiking and Camping at Eagle River

In Eagle River, Alaska, we did another overnight hike and camp.

This time we made a point of practicing with the GoPro, which is a small, rugged, waterproof outdoor camera. It creates a bit of a fishbowl effect. In real life, the trees weren't really bending toward me :).

This part of Alaska is full of birch trees, and birch trees are full of color! Non-bendy pics were taken with iPhones.

Corn nuts. Yum. That's the river bed behind me.... pretty dry at the moment.

Skull of... something or other?

Pretty rocks.

Birch pinks and greens!

We hiked maybe 6+ miles, backtracked a bit to a nice place for camping, and made camp. Despite recent rains, Kevin was able to get a fire started, which was lovely. It wasn't anywhere near as cold as up on Carter Lake, but it wasn't warm either!

Kevin got us more water from the river. (We treated it, just to be careful.) My ankle was bothering me a bit at this point, so I was sitting by the fire, being lazy.

This is our hike back the next morning, and I don't remember what had just happened, but I'm guessing something funny. Or maybe I'm just glad I'll be off my ankle soon.

Panorama with our view of Eagle River and Kevin. Click to embiggen.

And one more with me in the birch grove.

When we got back to the car, we immediately switched gears, because this guy is about to do something special....
For the next leg of our Alaska adventure, Kevin is going to be hiking the Kesugi Ridge trail for a few days alone while I write at a cabin in the town of Talkeetna. More pics to come! And by the way, if these blog posts seem to be coming faster than we could possibly doing these adventures, it's because I have WiFi rarely. So I save blog posts up and publish them when I get a chance. So, no, we did not actually hike back from Carter Lake, visit Exit Glacier and Hatcher Pass, and start out on an overnight at Eagle River all in one day :).

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Exit Glacier and Hatcher Pass

Pictures this time, with just a few words.

Me at the Exit Glacier.

Panorama. Click to embiggen.

Later, snowshoeing at Hatcher Pass. That's Kevin.

This is the view.

And this is the rented snowshoe that fell apart. Sadly, we had to cut this adventure short, but I'll blog another adventure tomorrow!

Friday, May 12, 2017

Guess Where We Are

We started up a fairly steep, winding dirt path, wanting to see if it led to a beautiful and isolated spot where we might make camp for the night.

After a while, we realized that given the steepness of the terrain, we should really go back down to the car and get our gear. Why do this climb twice?

Shortly thereafter, with packs on our backs, we started up the path again. Our packs contained food, a tent, two sleeping bags, two Thermarests (camping mattresses), a lot of water, and warm layers, and let’s be honest, Kevin was carrying most of it. I can carry a decent pack, but I don’t have a lot of experience carrying a heavy pack up steep terrain.

We had a map to our hoped-for destination, but it quickly became clear that the map showed a pretty straight representation of a path that was actually composed of steep switchbacks. Occasionally, a section of the path was covered with clumpy snow. Ah yes, we thought. We’ll be encountering occasional snow. 

We reached an unexpected stream that looked as if it was going to be a tricky to cross without getting wet, one of those streams where you’re fine if you’re able to balance on the exposed rocks, but a misstep will result in soaked feet on a cold day. “How do you feel about this?” Kevin asked me, always a gentleman. “I feel that worst-case scenario, my feet will get wet,” I said, so we did the balance-on-the-rocks thing, and neither of us got wet, and it was very satisfying, and we continued on.

I can’t remember which came next: the second, more difficult unexpected stream, or the realization that we were in for more snow. A lot more snow.

That's Kevin up ahead, carrying the big framepack.

Eventually the path was all snow, deep snow, maybe three feet deep, crusty on top but soft underneath. We started doing some post-holing. (Post-holing is when you step on what you think is hard snow, then one leg plunges in, and you’re briefly stuck there, and it’s hard to step out without post-holing the other foot.) At this point, we’d gone so far and exerted ourselves so much that we were determined to continue on. It was really hard work, and I was really looking forward to it ending, but I was also glad to be there, and curious about what was going to happen next.

What happened next were two more unexpected streams, the crossing of which essentially defeated us, so that from that point on, our feet and socks were soaked. We kept climbing through snow. And climbing. And post-holing. And carrying all the stuff; Kevin in particular was post-holing it, up a steep climb, with dozens of pounds of stuff on his back. At some point, I realized that there was a way I could help out the team. Because I’m a lot lighter than Kevin, especially when he’s carrying a heavy pack, I was post-holing a LOT less than he was. But my steps would pack the snow down a little bit. Then, often, Kevin could step into my packed-down footsteps without post-holing.

I began to lead, with the purpose of making a packed-down path for him, so that he didn’t have to post-hole the whole way. It felt good to be helpful. It also felt good to find an advantage, during strenuous athletic activity, to being small.

Are you remembering that you’re supposed to be guessing where we are? Here’s a clue: As we climbed through this snowy landscape, a few groggy mosquitoes buzzed around us.

Finally, after about three hours, we reached the lake that had been our goal all along. At first I didn’t even notice we’d reached the lake, because despite all the snow, I’d still been expecting water. You know, wet, sparkling water. Not a lake of ice and snow! Kevin had to say to me, “That’s the lake.” I think I managed an exhausted, “Oh.”

Me beside the lake. Click to embiggen.

This high, exposed area gets a lot of sun. The snow was softer, and I began postholing a lot. I got stuck and needed extrication help at one point! As we chose our place to camp, with soaked feet and mounds of soft snow in every direction, we were pretty freaking weary. We pitched the tent on snow, which is something I’ve never done before.

Kevin peeking out the front door. Click to embiggen.

We had a home now, with a pretty dramatic view.

It was as beautiful and as isolated as we could have hoped for. It was time to stop struggling. We were both dying to take off our wet shoes and socks… but first, dinner.

Kevin getting the stove started. What's that hanging from his hip?

It's another clue to our location.

It was probably around 8 or 9 PM when we climbed into the tent. The floor of the tent was icy-cold, but the Thermarests did wonders to combat that feeling. We wrung out our socks and other wet things and hung them from the ceiling.

I like this picture of Kevin with a bandana on his head.

See how happy we look? It’s because our feet are dry.

We organized our stuff, put on our layers, and got into our toasty sleeping bags. Na├»vely, we imagine that we’d watch the sunset, but at 10 o’clock, here’s how it looked outside.

We keep forgetting about this while we’re here. The sun sets around 10:30 or 11 and it never really gets dark. That’s another clue. It’s constantly surprising us.

We think the temperatures probably dropped below freezing that night, but we were warm in our home on the snow. We woke up around five-something and this was the sunrise view through our front door.

Knowing that all that soft snow would’ve gotten nice and crispy during the night, we broke camp, packed, got ourselves together, and started the hike back pretty early. The way down was SO much easier! It was downhill; our boots and socks were already soaked, so the streams felt less risky; but most of all, the snow was solid enough that there was hardly any postholing. Also, we’d done a really unique, difficult, special thing. That felt great :).

It took us less than an hour to get back to the car. And then we drove on to the next adventure… which I will blog about tomorrow.

I hope you enjoyed this story of our camping trip at Carter Lake, in the bright, snowy light of May, on the beautiful Kenai Peninsula of Alaska. :)