4th of July
Back out into the wild...
We survived. Burke lived. Our first camping trip was successful.
Justin, Burke and I set out from a dark and dismal Anchorage and headed north west to Lake Louise. Nope, not the well known Lake Louise in Banff, Canada, but Lake Louise right here in Alaska. As Justin drove through the summer snow (EVIL Cottonwood) we found the sun. Oh, glorious sun. The drive was beautiful. So much to look at...glaciers and mountains everywhere.
We joined Tim (Justin's coworker) and Michelle Clapp, some of their friends and Michelle's family. Tim and Michelle took great care of us. They set up a tent for us, had a huge tarp to cover us, as well as sleeping bags and an air mattress. They fed us well (steaks, pork chops, s'mores, fish and chips, alligator, pancakes, cheese sticks, hamburgers, and more s'mores) and entertained us with beer, boat rides, and beaches.
Our set up
Thursday night and Friday were gorgeous. We hung out on a sandy beach. I was in heaven. Then the rain set in. It wasn't miserable, but it was a little draining. The three of us packed up and headed home on Sunday the 4th in order to get out of the rain and let Burke crawl around at home. Somewhere where he could stretch his legs just a bit more.
Safety First
A very late night boat ride (yes, we're bad parents, the vest came off to make an unhappy Burke happy)
Burke's taking his job seriously
He finally fell asleep
The Beach
Who wouldn't want a float plane to take you where you wanted to go?
Soaking up the sun
Enjoying a refreshing beer by a very refreshing lake
A sandy beach in Alaska!
Justin captured another beautiful sunset