We were driving through Skagway on the 7th day of our trip when one of the most memorable sites I’ve laid my eyes on came to view. The hills varied in sizes, enveloping the stretch of road we were on from both sides. They were covered with snow — not quite melted but you could see it’s on the verge, creating a striped black and white pattern as far as one can see.
They were amazingly beautiful and unexpected — words that summed up not only Skagway but the entire trip, and yet do not do them justice.
How do you describe standing in the midst of snowy hills and cotton candy clouds weaving across, looking up at snow-capped mountains in the distance? How do you put into words the feeling of awe as you watch an eagle fly, soaring over the light blue centuries-old glaciers; or the childlike wonder after finding a piece of two-hundred year-old ice that floated onto the shore off an iceberg? It is incomprehensible until you are standing in the middle of the massive grandeur of it all, suddenly so aware of how small you are in the universe, and so thankful, yes, so very thankful.
I have talked about how travel changes you. But in Alaska, I truly felt blessed to be here, alive, among the indescribable beauty around me — for even attempting to use the most superlative of words would pale in comparison.
More photos are tips for Alaska travel to be posted soon.