We left Girdwood for Seward in the late morning only to get stuck on the highway for half an hour. A truck had rear-ended an SUV. The road was blocked both ways for the emergency teams to clear up the accident site.
Unfortunately he wasn’t allowed to join me on the trail, so I set out alone. This picture shows Exit Glacier; it was taken by a retired Air Force officer with whom I walked and chatted for about half an hour.
Exit Glacier from atop. Note the collection of items on my Argentinean gaucho belt, from left to right: camera pouch, bear spray (everyone I saw carried a can), small knife, satellite navigator, and binoculars… There was a sign at the beginning of the trail that read: “If a grizzly attacks you, don’t run. Curl up and play dead. If it starts eating you, fight back vigorously.” Lovely.
This marmot greeted me as I was on my way back to the parking lot. I also ran into the Italian couple whom I gave a ride to the airport in Fairbanks and saw Michael from Poland and his partner from Kazakhstan again — they had stayed on the same campground as Olivier and the two of us. Alaska is ‘smaller’ than one might think.
We stayed in Seward for the night, a seaside town filled with hundreds of avid fishers competing for the Seward Derby. The goal is to catch the largest silver (Coho) salmon during a time window of eight days. The grand prizes include $50,000 in cash as well as several cars. My neighbor on the campground even promised to cook his first catch for me! Harry and I will stay here for another night since it’s been raining the entire day, and I don’t mind a little rest after yesterday’s six-hour hike.