This fall, we had the amazing chance to spend a week in the back country with two of our friends. The Husband had a caribou tag for the Kenai Mountains, so we loaded up our packs and headed out into the middle of nowhere. The thing about nowhere? It's beautiful.
We spent several days camped near this beaver lake. During the day we hiked the mountains around. During the evening we watched the beavers work and play. And during the night... words cannot encompass the beauty of the stars overhead when you are eighty miles from the nearest gas station and fifteen miles from the nearest road. I only had a little point and shoot though, so no star pictures.
The crowberries were fat and tasty. We'd scoop up handfuls as we walked. Meant to bring back a few gallons, but we got distracted.
View from the top of the mountain. We climbed it twice in a day, because as soon as we hit the valley floor, we looked up and saw the 'bou! Once we got to the top though, they were gone.
While we didn't get a 'bou, we did get a bunch of ptarmigan, enough to mostly get rid of the nasty dried meat in our dinners. This was my bird, cooked in the Bakepacker with a bit of bisquick and herbs for breading. Delicious!
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