Approaching Olds Mountain from the Juneau Ridge. I will admit, my legs and brain were seriously fatigued after the end of this day, and all I wanted to do in the evening was consume a pizza and about 50 ounces of cold agua. But the views were noteworthy, to put it lightly. And I'd do it again if anybody's interested... From this ridge and the corresponding peaks, you can see Admiralty Island, Chichagof Island, and Baranof Island to the west, the Chilkat Range to the north, the Juneau Icefield to the immediate northeast, and various ice capped ridgelines of British Columbia to the east. I didn't see another soul the whole day, save for the brigade of helicopters every 45 minutes providing the same view for folks with thick wallets.
Spooked speechless of the choppy seas in Seymour Canal.
Dori and Carl retrieving dinner from the crab pot: fresh Dungeness crabs, boiled in saltwater and served up hot alongside a tossed bowl of greens.
One of the numerous humpbacks we saw surfacing in South Seymour one evening. The sunset was spectacular, a sow and three yearlings were on the shore, and a dozen and a half humpbacks provided a noisy demonstration of blowholes and fluke action. Hard to beat a sunny evening in Southeast...(Dori was the quick draw photographer for this particular scene).
Fungi that goes by the obvious name of: Chicken of the Woods. And yes, it's edible.
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