This is a somewhat belated report on trail conditions between the Begich Boggs Visitor Center and Byron Glacier. We left the parking lot in gale force winds, Moses
the Small Black Dog resembled a kite as he fluttered about at the end of his leash. Mazzy and Lily broke trail and there was a good base for cross country skiing the mile back to Byron Glacier. The trail is brushed out through alders which provided needed protection from the ice and snow that pelted us like insurgents at a village stoning. It wasn't long before we reached the ominous signs that fortold the end of trail maintanence. We forged on and into a massive cathedral of ice- a cathedral I noted would be perfect for a bonfire party and music. Once I was protected from the wind I took the opportunity to pee on 10,000 year old ice. Suprisingly satisfying. The return journey was uneventful as the wind subsided and visibility cleared. Synopsis: pucker factor is minimal on this trip but glacier spelunking is sure to satisfy.
This is a somewhat belated report on trail conditions between the Begich Boggs Visitor Center and Byron Glacier. We left the parking lot in gale force winds, Moses
the Small Black Dog resembled a kite as he fluttered about at the end of his leash. Mazzy and Lily broke trail and there was a good base for cross country skiing the mile back to Byron Glacier. The trail is brushed out through alders which provided needed protection from the ice and snow that pelted us like insurgents at a village stoning. It wasn't long before we reached the ominous signs that fortold the end of trail maintanence. We forged on and into a massive cathedral of ice- a cathedral I noted would be perfect for a bonfire party and music. Once I was protected from the wind I took the opportunity to pee on 10,000 year old ice. Suprisingly satisfying. The return journey was uneventful as the wind subsided and visibility cleared. Synopsis: pucker factor is minimal on this trip but glacier spelunking is sure to satisfy.
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