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I'm
already feeling a bit nostalgic about my Alaska journey being so
near its end. We've entered BC again and the brief stay in Hyder
on the way down will be the last town in Alaska we will visit. I
am really looking forward to the Canadian Rockies and getting to
see the beauty of Jasper and Banff National Parks, but it's also
a little sad to be leaving Alaska. I truly do feel this will be
the last time I will be able to do something this outlandish as
it took a lot more time and money than originally anticipated, but
it certainly has been more than well worth it, and something I will
never regret.
When
I was planning the trip up to Alaska, one of the first places I
had really picked as a destination on the way in BC was the Cottonwood
RV Park on Kluane Lake. However, they weren't even open for the
season yet at the time I passed by in early May, so I was glad that
they worked out perfectly for a stop on the way back down to the
lower 48. Our first couple of days of travel after leaving North
Pole were kinda cloudy, but by the time we pulled up to this blue
wonder of a lake, the weather was beautiful.
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I
just loved how I could park the front of my home mere feet from
the lake, directly facing it and able to hear the waves lapping
on the rocky shore.
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is the view from the opposite side of my yard during this overnight
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After
leaving the campground, this is a view of the road leading toward
Whitehorse. It's hard to tell that's a motor home on the road to
the far left - gives you some perspective on how massive those mountains
are.
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I
remembered parking alongside Kluane Lake on the way up and as massive
as the lake is, it was frozen over with just the very edge of the
shoreline in the process of melting. It was here that as I sat gazing
at the snowy and icy wonder of the lake and surrounding mountains
that I realized that what I was hearing was the sound of the lake
melting. The sound was almost imperceptible at first as the white
silence seemed complete. But then I became aware of a crackling
kind of sound, and as I watched the shoreline, could see that it
was the sound of the ice breaking up and giving way to spring's
arrival. It really was one of the most magical moments in a mostly
magical trip. Who would have ever thought the sound of ice melting
could be magical, but I assure you it was.
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