Travel Reference
In-Depth Information
I literally ran most of the rest of the way. I couldn't even stop for lunch, they were on me
and biting and nothing we had with us would keep them off, not Off, not Cutter's, not
some herbal concoction Chris had brought along, nothing.
But Juneau Lake was worth it. Juneau Lake cabin is right on the edge of the lake, with a
porch for sitting and a boat for rowing. The view is every bit as spectacular as Devil's
Pass, only with water. Moose wandered the shore, foraging for lake greens. A black bear
chased marmots across the face of one mountain, but it was a mountain on the other side
of the lake so we didn't care. Some delightful person had left firewood behind. That even-
ing we heard a rattle of quills and turned to see a porcupine waddle out of the woods. She
headed for a stand of willow, and we told stories to the accompaniment of her gnawing.
Fourth night. Ten miles from the car!
Day 5 . Halfway into the Resurrection is no place to discover that you've outgrown your
old hiking boots. “Would you think I was crazy if I cut out the toes of my boots?” I said
when we stopped for lunch at Juneau Creek Falls. Sharyn replied, “You ever going to
wear them again?” I still think it's the smartest thing anyone's ever said to me. I cut out
the front half of the uppers, and I made the parking lot.
I was exhausted, and I have to say exhilarated. Maybe it's the difference between hav-
ing to camp and doing it by choice. Maybe it's because I live in Anchorage now, and rel-
ish the chance to get away from the constant cacophony of city life. There have been other
hikes since, and…well, I may as well confess. Next month I'm hiking the Chilkoot Trail.
Five nights.
No cabins.
This is all Linda's fault.
Search WWH ::




Custom Search