Apparently I am all about lake hiking these days. Today we hit up Connell Lake. This was a new one to me, and honestly I am not sure if we did the entire thing or not. Towards the end (or what I am assuming was the end) the trail was covered in some pretty deep snow. Three feet of snow might not seem like much, but when you are only five foot yourself, three feet can pretty much eat you alive. According to Google, I did complete the trail.
“Soon, you will come across a strange bridge that crosses over the creek just before Talbot Lake, but the trail does not continue on the other side of the bridge. Most likely this bridge is used for fisherman and hunters who want to gain this side of the creek and lakes. Skipping the bridge, the trail continues just a little further and ends at a tent platform at the southwestern end of Talbot Lake, another serene and quiet getaway.” -Alaska.org
Because yep. I couldn’t have said it better myself. A strange bridge and a tent platform we indeed did find.
The trail itself was pretty, but there wasn’t any big “ah ha!” at the end…it was more like…are we done? Either way, I plan to explore this one more come summer as it was a nice trail.
Most of my jobs have come to a screeching halt, it would seem. In fact, I am basically, down to one job -that is done online. Which means a lot of my time is now spent in front of a computer. Staring into the screen. Making me go crazy. Crazier?
I am trying to find the positive things in the day -no matter how small they might be. Today? It was the box of soap that arrived in the mail, as well as a random coffee face scrub. Plus it was sunny. And Yoshi and I hit the trails again.
Today’s pick? Carlanna Lake
I know a lot of people out there are on day eight or day twenty -keep on keeping on people, but I’m on day one here and really not sure what to make of it all. The really ironic part is, I’ve spent the better part of the past eight years pushing myself to BE SOCIAL…and now the whole world is like “Just kidding, socializing is actually bad, you were right all along -it IS better to stay in!” and I’m wondering why I spent all those years trying to leave my comfort zone when I could have been preparing for this all along.
But I digress. I’m down one job. I still have four others, but this one was kind of a favorite and is kind of not my favorite thing to think about right now. So to combat all these big feelings, I’ve decided to hit the trails…I mean, it kind of ticks a lot of boxes -it’s away from people, it keeps me active, it’s fresh air…I mean, like I said, I’m on day one…ask me tomorrow how things are going and I’m sure I will have given up on my whole “Let’s hike all the trails!” idea. But here we are. Or, were.
Today’s hike destination was Perseverance Lake. I’ve been up there before, but this was the first time I hiked it solo. It was longer than I remember -just shy of 6 miles. But we made it up (and back!) -so I’m calling it a win. And by we, I mean Yoshi and I.
Day two in Switzerland found us in the middle of a “storm”. Or, at least there was a storm in the mountains. With heavy wind warnings and blizzard like conditions, most of the higher mountain ski slopes were closed. Not wanting to forfeit another day of attempting to ski, we found another slope lower down the mountain -aimed at beginners -complete with lessons and schools aimed at the aged under ten group. It was perfect.
We did our best to stay out of their way -only barreling through their lessons once or twice, but proud to finally be upright, downhill on those narrow pieces of wood people refer to as skis. We were having so much fun, that we completely lost track of time. It wasn’t until about 4:15 that we realized -the last train off the mountain to our town left at 4:40. This meant we had no time to discuss the logistics, we had to move!
When we first booked our trip to Switzerland, everyone thought we were crazy. Or professional skiers. Or both. The most common response was “Oh, you ski?” to which we would reply “We have skied before!” -which loosely translated into something along the lines of “I’ve been skiing once. Fifteen years ago.” Sometimes I forget how old I really am. But I digress.
We assumed skiing would be easy. Like riding a bike. Sure, you haven’t done it for awhile -but you pick up where you left off, right? And from what I could remember, it wasn’t THAT hard. We knew the basics. We loved the idea of going to Switzerland. And so we booked in a two day ski trip for ourselves with no lessons or guides. Because we were, after all, pros.