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A National Park Journey - Kenai Fjords National Park (Copy)

It wasn't until my 19th National Park that I got to see a glacier. While I had visited other parks that featured glaciers, it wasn't until I visited and hiked up to the Harding icefield did I get to grasp the enormity of a glacier, and the impact such a large moving river of ice could do to a landscape. I got to see crevasses, seracs and see through to the blue ice in between the various folds of the glacier. I would go on to see many more glaciers in Alaska, but the memories of trudging through a steep muddy slope up the rocky sides of the Exit Glacier was my strongest one of the park.

The park certainly has more to offer for all adventure levels, from cruises in the fjords of the Kenai peninsula to epic hikes towards vast icefields. I hope to return back and explore the remote backcountry of this park.

Kenai Fjords National Park
AK USA

High in the Pacific Northwest

The short summer season leaves very little room to explore the mountains. So when July comes around, I try to take every opportunity to head to the vast wilderness of the Pacific Northwest.

This year, it will likely be a different experience: the pandemic will most certainly shape the number of people I go with and limit interactions in the outdoors. It also will remove one of my favorite parts of hiking: the post-hike burger, beer and ice-cream, which will most likely be relegated to flimsy takeouts.

Nevertheless, I still hope to head outdoors, and capture the wonder that is the wonderland of the Pacific Northwest.

Here are four images from different parts of Washington and British Columbia, showcasing the endless mountain-scape of rugged peaks with mighty glaciers and volcanoes interspersed amongst them.

Swirls of the night

After a long rainy day, it was a pleasant surprise to see moonlight glazing over the glaciated peaks of the French Alps. And at this remote refugio deep in the heart of the alps, I thought I had found the perfect location to capture the swirls of foggy peaks. But what I didn't expect, and grew tired of, was the incessant barking of a guard dog from a nearby farm. And for the next hour, nary did a minute pass without interruption, leaving me wondering when I was going to get bitten by a guard dog in the middle of the Alps.

Tour du Mont Blanc
France

Nostalgia

The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.

This quote comes to my mind when I look back at the amazing summer in the Pacific Northwest; an ephemeral wisp of thought for a short fleeting season. This nostalgia towards the short and sweet summer spent tramping around the mountains of the Pacific Northwest may not comfort me through the long grey winter, but will definitely make me yearn for the glorious sunrises and sunsets in this wonderland.

Mt Baker Snoqualmie National Forest
WA USA

Fire and Ice

Fire and ice are not brethren that occur frequently together, and after a day of gloomy grey skies, I was not expecting the fiery sunset glow appear on the icy glaciers on the steep slopes Mt Shuksan. But a gut instinct drove me to hike to that lookout that was blasted by freezing winds and sub-zero temperatures.

And for that few moments when fire and ice appeared together, I was thankful for that photographer's instinct and wishful yearning for a colorful sunset.

Mt Baker Snoqualmie National Forest
WA USA

Return to Nature

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”


Nothing connects me with nature more than witnessing an alpine scenery like this one, a boundless vista of mountains, lakes and greenery. Here is to one last whiff before winter takes over this life-giving landscape.

Banff National Park
AB USA

Oh Garibaldi

There are no shortcuts to any place worth going

The thought ran in my mind on the seemingly endless rocky ascent. In the distance, I spied the summit, people like ants. The gentle sun sprayed warmth, while the draft from a nearby glacier spattered cool air. The trail disappeared into a rockfall, with nary a cairn to mark the way up.

It became steeper near what I thought was the end, but just like every black cloud has a silver lining, every steep ascent ends with remarkable views, like this one of Garibaldi Lake just outside Whistler.

Garibaldi Provincial Park

BC Canada

Labor of Love

Sometimes, a long and steep climb can have it's own payoff.

I spied a tall peak nearby as I was resting in the refugio halfway through my Mont Black Circuit. It looked promising, and from a glance at the map, it seemed a hop, skip and a jump away. But was I proved wrong.

After an hour of climbing 1600ft (500m), I finally arrived at a saddle at the base of the peak, which was 1200ft up. I was almost out of breath, and just as I was about to give up and turn back, I looked around, and I knew what I would see up at the summit would be even more stunning than the amazing scenery I was feasting on at this saddle. I started climbing the grassy 40 degree slope in earnest, praying for an easier way down. And slowly but surely, by just focusing on the next step, I made the painstaking climb to the summit.

And there, the reward for this long and arduous climb redeemed all the labor that went into reaching this summit. The shrouded summit of Mt Blanc stood in all its glory, along with the rugged Val Ferret, with hanging glaciers descending down every valley.

Tour du Mont Blanc

Italy

Fire and Ice

The refugio was winding down for the night. And after the heavy dinner and a long day of hiking, the warm confines of a cozy bed seemed rather appealing. I peeked outside one last time an hour before the sunset, and the clouds seemed lackluster. But something egged me to wait till sunset.

It was my fourth day of hiking in the Mont Blanc region, and I was ready to call it a night in a beautiful alpine refugio in Val Ferret in Italy, , on the south-eastern flank on the Graian Alps. But my photographer's instinct made me stay behind. And my hunch proved right, as a bank of clouds over a glacier changed to orange, and set the Frebouze glacier on fire.

Courmayeur

Italy

In Memory of National Parks

One of the country's best kept treasures are it's amazing systems of 60 National Parks. I have spent countless sunrises and sunsets exploring nooks and crannies of many of the parks, and every one of them has managed to surprise me, not just in their natural beauty, but in the people who have worked to preserve this for posterity. It takes incredible foresight and effort to manage the many competing goals of such a system, and that has constantly left me in awe of this challenge.

And now, the unneeded shutdown, instigated by the theatrics of a clown, has thrown a wrench in a delicately balanced environment. While federal employees all over the country do suffer, it pains me to see the what the park system is going through to continue it's mission. Full props to the brave people who have worked tirelessly to this effort. And if you are a fan of the National Parks, I urge you to do your part: volunteer your time or money to the various Park foundations that assist the National Park System.

When my hands are finally healed, I hope to lend my hand to heal the National parks as well. I feel it is a moral obligation to return the favor for all the joyous moments I have experienced in the amazing National Park System. You can help too: purchase my 2019 calendar, and all proceeds will be split between the National Park Foundation and WildAid

Seattle

WA USA