Scenery Cove, Cascade Creek & Petersburg
This was a day of extremes. Rough and tumble, calm and quiet. The very large and the very small, we had it all.
The morning began with a whisper. Before breakfast the early risers enjoyed mirror calm waters and somehow the scene around us engendered hushed voices. One at a time we arrived to the bow, but no jokes were told, nor stories regaled. It was a reflective time. Finding quiet in our ever-busy world is becoming more difficult, but not this week. That’s not to say our entire morning was subdued. Quite the contrary. Cascade Creek was rip-roaring loud as were our hoots and hollers as we hiked in its abundant spray. Here we were on a bright sunny day wearing rain gear against the heavy mist. It didn’t stop us from climbing wooden stairs designed by trail crews with very long legs. Above the falls, we found a bridge and a wonderful view. The truly intrepid among us went even higher. No matter what the destination, we reveled in the combination of a warm lush green soft delicate forest juxtaposed with the frothy cold whirling wet and wild waters of nearby Cascade Creek.
Petersburg is a hard-working, roll-up-your-sleeves town. Fishing has long been the predominate livelihood. Lucky for us, they fish for Dungeness crab. When the fisherman go home, they drop their smelly clothes outside beautifully rose-malled windows that celebrate their Norwegian heritage: the rugged with the roses. While some of us flew high to get fantastic views of mountains and blue ice-melt pools on the LeConte and Patterson glaciers, others hiked to the muskeg (bog) for a hands and knees exploration of the Lilliputian world at our feet. Among our discoveries: an improbable tiny sundew plant that captures bugs, and our imagination.
Last but not least was our crab dinner. Words fail to capture the scene in the dining room while laughter accompanied bits of crab that ended up everywhere. Delicate white meat eaten in a most indelicate way. When all was said and done, great contrasts filled our day: waking with whispers, hiking with hollers, fabulous flyovers and dainty details. Good night shipmates. Sleep well.
This was a day of extremes. Rough and tumble, calm and quiet. The very large and the very small, we had it all.
The morning began with a whisper. Before breakfast the early risers enjoyed mirror calm waters and somehow the scene around us engendered hushed voices. One at a time we arrived to the bow, but no jokes were told, nor stories regaled. It was a reflective time. Finding quiet in our ever-busy world is becoming more difficult, but not this week. That’s not to say our entire morning was subdued. Quite the contrary. Cascade Creek was rip-roaring loud as were our hoots and hollers as we hiked in its abundant spray. Here we were on a bright sunny day wearing rain gear against the heavy mist. It didn’t stop us from climbing wooden stairs designed by trail crews with very long legs. Above the falls, we found a bridge and a wonderful view. The truly intrepid among us went even higher. No matter what the destination, we reveled in the combination of a warm lush green soft delicate forest juxtaposed with the frothy cold whirling wet and wild waters of nearby Cascade Creek.
Petersburg is a hard-working, roll-up-your-sleeves town. Fishing has long been the predominate livelihood. Lucky for us, they fish for Dungeness crab. When the fisherman go home, they drop their smelly clothes outside beautifully rose-malled windows that celebrate their Norwegian heritage: the rugged with the roses. While some of us flew high to get fantastic views of mountains and blue ice-melt pools on the LeConte and Patterson glaciers, others hiked to the muskeg (bog) for a hands and knees exploration of the Lilliputian world at our feet. Among our discoveries: an improbable tiny sundew plant that captures bugs, and our imagination.
Last but not least was our crab dinner. Words fail to capture the scene in the dining room while laughter accompanied bits of crab that ended up everywhere. Delicate white meat eaten in a most indelicate way. When all was said and done, great contrasts filled our day: waking with whispers, hiking with hollers, fabulous flyovers and dainty details. Good night shipmates. Sleep well.
