Becky and I woke up early Saturday morning, finished packing our bags, loaded the dogs in the car and headed south. Our first destination was Coal Mine Rd., just over two hours south of Fairbanks along the Richardson Hwy where it slices through the Alaska Range. There we met a group of friends for a 5 mile ski into a reasonably remote public use cabin operated by the Alaska Dept. of Fish and Game.
Snow was falling at the trail head when we got there leaving the location of the mountains a mystery to Becky and I. With only a 1/4 mile visibility at best
allot was left to the imagination. Even with the grand vista potential being gone the ski in was still
incredibly beautiful. Fresh snow had just fallen and was still falling,
rabbits and
ptarmigan kept crossing our paths and temperatures where finally feeling warm after a long cold winter.
We got to the cabin around dinner time, a fire was started inside while a few of us set up tents. The cabin sleeps 8 people but with 13 folks in the group we needed additional housing for the night. The evening carried on with good conversation, games and a bit of recreational skiing around the area. The next morning we woke up to a spectacular view of the mountains and not a cloud in the sky. I had to take the pictures above as evidence for later to make sure I was not dreaming or
hallucinating from eating Steve's moose sausage for breakfast. We really could not have asked for a better weekend.
Snow was falling at the trail head when we got there leaving the location of the mountains a mystery to Becky and I. With only a 1/4 mile visibility at best allot was left to the imagination. Even with the grand vista potential being gone the ski in was still incredibly beautiful. Fresh snow had just fallen and was still falling, rabbits and ptarmigan kept crossing our paths and temperatures where finally feeling warm after a long cold winter.
We got to the cabin around dinner time, a fire was started inside while a few of us set up tents. The cabin sleeps 8 people but with 13 folks in the group we needed additional housing for the night. The evening carried on with good conversation, games and a bit of recreational skiing around the area. The next morning we woke up to a spectacular view of the mountains and not a cloud in the sky. I had to take the pictures above as evidence for later to make sure I was not dreaming or hallucinating from eating Steve's moose sausage for breakfast. We really could not have asked for a better weekend.