Travel Series: Alaska
The rain cuts into my face like tiny daggers as our small boat skips along the choppy waters. The ocean is navy, nearly black, with occasional specks of white where the water crashes against itself. The mountains are partially covered in a thick white fog, and only the wall of deep green trees remains visible. Eagles cross the grey sky above my head.
Tall evergreen trees, stitched into a blanket, cover the small islands dotting the ocean. Higher up, mountain tops don’t so much roll as spike into the sky, smatterings of snow reflecting the setting sunlight. One particular range experiences heavy cloud cover or a full storm. The occasional beams of light that manage to slip through the clouds create layers upon layers, towering above the already large mountains.
Further down the channel and closer to the water, small bonfires flicker in and out. These tiny dots of civilization provide perspective. Eventually the flaming sky overshadows the bonfires as the sun begins to set.
I cannot feel my hands anymore, despite being bundled up in several layers of rain and cold weather gear, but I don’t care. All I can think of is Alaska’s beauty.
