Day 3 was all about the Red River. This was our major obstacle. We knew it was coming, and we knew it would pose a challenge. I’m told when our fearless leader divulged our planned course to a bush plane pilot, his first question was, “do you have a floatation device for crossing the Red River?” Um…. no?
The second night came and went in a blink of exhaustion. Crawling out of my tent, I found some of our crew were already down on the beach. They’d spotted a bear out clamming in the receding morning tide.
This was my first real opportunity for shooting the bears we had come out here to find, and I was stoked, my aching muscles quickly forgotten.
Day 1 was all about distance. But that turned out being a good thing, because Day 2 rocked. And sadly, that wasn’t a good thing.
We woke on Day 2 to find moisture on our tents and moose tracks feet from our camp. It was fortunate we were so tired; we weren’t kept awake by any unidentifiable noises in the night. I was also shocked to see the drastic variances in the tide. The waterlines on the beach came within feet of our tents; we were lucky to have not gotten wet.
Who’s ready for backpacking adventures? I know I’ve been promising them for a long time, and you’ve had a taste here and there, but I’m finally getting into the heart of my epic adventure into the Alaskan wilderness. I appreciate your patience. It was truly a remarkable journey, and I’m excited to share it with you.
After an hour’s bush plane flight out of Anchorage, we found ourselves on the beach in Chinitna Bay, and once our pilot departed, we were on our own. We had finally arrived, and I was ready. This was my first time truly backpacking, and I couldn’t wait.
Apologies for the hiatus! I know I took a little break from the Alaska posts, but they’re back!
Right from the start, I knew a flight in a bush plane was on the itinerary for Alaska. Much of the Alaskan wilderness is completely wild. No roads or modern conveniences. Completely untouched – just the way we like it. As a result, it’s only accessible by small bush planes, and once they drop you off, you’re on your own!
Alright, everyone! I know you’ve all been anxious for bears, so I’m finally getting to processing pictures from Alaska!
Apologies for the short post this week, but I am operating on very little sleep (about three hours) having just returned on a delayed red-eye. I’m working to get back to my day-to-day life following one of the most amazing trips of my life, but it’ll take a little time.
I’ll be frank. It’s kind of miserable camping in the rain.
As most of you should know by now, I am preparing for a big backpacking trip in July. I am going to Alaska to shoot bears (not that kind of shooting – this is a photography blog, folks). And if you read my post on my first backpacking training hike, you’ll also know that I’ve never done backpacking before. I refuse to be the one holding everyone else up; I’m dedicated to getting my weak butt trained and prepped for this thing.
I am very excited. In a few months, I will embark on an amazing journey by train, bush plane, and backpack to photograph bears in Alaska.
I can’t believe I even considered possibly saying no.
Here’s the deal. I don’t really do much wildlife photography. Sure, I catch the occasional moose, but I haven’t really made the effort in the past to seek out wild animals. And when things like bear spray and a portable protective electric fence are mentioned, I begin to get a bit nervous. Add to that the fact that I’ve never been backpacking before (and this trek will require over 20 miles of it), and I’m feeling somewhat out of my element.
But the price is reasonable, and let’s face it – when will I have another opportunity like this? As you know, I live by “no regrets,” so why the heck not?