I went to Alaska and came back with a Ziplock of smoked salmon, a bag of Juneau coffee beans, and a ton of Instagram photos. (View them all here.) Alaska was like the Pacific Northwest on crack. If a constant trifecta of snow-capped mountains, lush green forests, and icy blue waters are your definition of beauty, escape the lower 48 immediately and head north. We saw whales, porpoises, sea lions, and moose. We biked, we hiked, we camped, we fished, and we lived to tell the tale.
Actually, it’s not much of a tale to tell. Because Alaska is just so damn beautiful that all we said the entire time is “Omigoditsobeautiful.” I felt like that Double Rainbow guy. I could not stop gaping at the scenery and talking about how gorgeous it was and then turning around and repeating the whole process all over again. Mountains + ocean + trees just made me lose it, probably because I live in the midwest where there are no mountains or ocean and it’s a good day in Chicago if I see a tree. In Juneau, you’re surrounded by it on all sides. Photos will never do this state justice. Just go. Go! It’s expensive (like a trip to Europe expensive) but it’s so worth it.
View from John Muir cabin in Juneau.
Just a pit stop on the Seward Highway between Anchorage and Seward.
Views from the Seward Highway.
Pulled over at a rest stop along the Seward Highway. This was the view.
“Flightseeing” is popular in Alaska. Now you know why.
A trail in Girdwood, Alaska.
View on the way up to John Muir cabin in Juneau.
View of the marina in Seward.