Thursday 25 February
A pleasant 2 ½ hour ferry trip from Seattle to Vancouver Island, and Victoria – the capital of British Columbia and the political home of PM Justin Trudeau. Here is Parliament House taken from our hotel room
Spent the afternoon at Butchart Gardens. In 1904 Robert Butchart developed a quarry and built a cement plant on Vancouver Island. His wife, Jennie became the company’s chemist and after the limestone deposits were exhausted Jennie created a sunken garden in the disused pit. This was the beginning of the wonderful gardens, still family owned but now a national historical site.
To those of you reading this blog, please note that in the past we have kept a hand written diary of our travels. This blog now replaces that, so these are our personal notes and may not interest you. We understand.
Friday 26 February
A lazy day in this truly lovely city. A balmy 14◦C made it very comfortable to be out an about. An unscheduled visit to a chiropractor for CD as a result of a twisted back from a recalcitrant suitcase which did not appreciate the cobblestones of Seattle’s waterfront, a surprisingly delightful nibble in an Italian deli and a terribly boring movie with Charlotte Rampling and Tom Courtenay called 45 Years. Like watching grass grow. Fabulous dinner at Ithica Greek Restaurant. Better than the typical North American food
Saturday 27 February
Gosh, Victoria is a lovely place. Cooler today and overcast, but a long and pretty walk around the waterfront all the way to Fisherman’s Wharf, which is largely a settlement of house boats
A taxi ride back to town
where we were picked up by a sailor
And a quick visit to the Museum where John Lennon’s roller dominates the foyer.
Wednesday 24 February
A much cooler day in lovely Seattle, but an unexpectedly eventful afternoon. As Christine took her first mouthful of the baby spinach salad she had ordered for lunch she was horrified to find a tooth in it. She spat it out in disgust and then was even more horrified to find it was in fact her own tooth. So the afternoon plans were detoured to Simply Dental in downtown Seattle. We had hoped for a supa-glue remedy but alas no. The tooth is now in a plastic bag and the remainder filed off. Only $60 though, so that was a nice surprise.
Prior to lunch we took a stroll through the fish markets which revealed a fish unknown to either of us. Here it is. Does anyone recognise this?
It’s a monkfish. Of course, the fishmonger had a string secreted to its tail and hidden under the ice on which it was lying. Just as I got up close and personal to take a photo the fish lurched at me. They heard the scream blocks away!
Over the past week in our arctic conditions, Cherrie has been experimenting with the several pairs of gloves she bought with her and has unequivocally decided that the pair she bought in Peru in 1979 are by far the warmest. Something to be said for hoarding after all! Vix and Ming, this photo is for you.
We posted a 10lb box home today containing our arctic clothes which are too bulky to carry around. The Peruvian gloves stayed with Cherrie.
Walked past cute ducks on the harbour foreshore…this really is a most liveable city
And a great window display in Ermenegildo Zegna store which took Cherrie’s fancy as these are seed suppliers she uses to grow our yummy veges at Quamby. We were too underdressed to go into the store!
We capped off our delightful Seattle stay with dinner at Aqua, on the harbour. A gorgeous bottle of 2012 Zinfandel from Storybook Mountain Vineyard in the Mayacamas Rangers of the Napa. A lovely wine. Why is Zinfandel not grown in Australia? Marg?
Early start tomorrow with a 7am check in to the Victoria Clipper and a 3 hour ‘cruise’ to Victoria on Vancouver Island. Pity CD gets sea sick.
So, we’re in Seattle. Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan territory. And we can see why they would be sleepless. Such a wonderful city, and how lucky are we to have been greeted by beautiful warm weather with a maximum of 15◦C. The first fine day in a week they tell us. We’re staying in the only waterfront hotel in Seattle and it’s a glorious view. Perhaps a bit out of the way, but hey….we’re on holiday and so long as Christine’s knee holds out we can walk. And walk we did. The famous Pikes Market Place, up to the Space Needle for a wonderful 360◦ view and then the discovery of a lifetime. The Chihuly Garden and Glass Gallery. Who has ever heard of Dale Chihuly? The most wonderful glass artist to whom a whole gallery has been devoted. And rightly so. Amazing, gobsmacking stuff. We spent the whole afternoon here, both indoors and out. He has works which cover both. “I want people to be overwhelmed with light and color in a way they have never experienced” said Chihuly. And he delivers. Here are some photos, completely unenhanced in our amateur unenhancible hands.
Tomorrow, Seattle, C&C look forward to more surprises.
A long 15 hour flight from Dubai to Seattle. We were happy to leave Dubai. Too decadent for us. Our Emirates flight headed due north and we flew over the top of the world, over the North Pole! Arrived in Seattle on time and a big rush to connect with our domestic flight to Fairbanks. We had only 90 minutes in which to clear immigration, find our luggage, clear customs, get to the domestic terminal and board. We got to the departure gate just as they were boarding. Phew. An uneventful 4 hour flight into Fairbanks and snow and ice. It was a balmy -14◦C on arrival. The warmest winter on record! We checked into our hotel at 6pm local time. No restaurant or bar in house and Fairbanks is not built for pedestrians. A can of diet coke and take away Chinese delivered to the room sustained us.
Dubai to SeattleApproaching the top of the worldOver the North Pole
Friday 19 February
Headed to the offices of the Northern Alaska Tour Company in order to hotfoot to Coldfoot (thanks Mary!), and our bus ride 9 hours into the northern interior of Alaska. We departed at 10am and the temperature was -25◦C. Our driver/guide, Joe, introduced himself by assuring us that he was not one of those guides who talked all the time. He did not draw breath for the next 9 hours. We learnt all about his childhood, his schooling, his early jobs on the Alaskan Pipeline, his marriage, his work as a school teacher, many of his students, his wife’s work as a school teacher, his son’s work as a miner, and a little about the landscape through which we were driving. We drove through semi-arid desert, which averages 10” of rainfall per year. Unlike our desert however, this one was completely snow covered. Lots of trees, Paper Birch (Betula meoalaskana), Black Spruce (Picea mariana), White Spruce (Picea glauca) and Willows (Salix alaxensis). The tree heights depend on whether or not they are growing on permafrost, with some of them being only about 2 feet tall and 60 years old. It’s amazing to us that trees can survive on permafrost at all. Other trivia for today:
Only 1% of all visitors to Alaska visit the Arctic Circle (that makes us members of the 1% club)
the male moose (bull) loses his antlers every winter
most roads in the interior of Alaska are built on permafrost and sink after 5 years, due to the heat of the road. So more asphalt is laid and more corrugations develop and so the cycle continues
the Alaskan Pipeline is largely built overland because of the permafrost
caribou have hollow hair which helps with insulation
Alaska has a permanent dividend fund from the royalties of the oil. The current balance is $bn56 and every single resident of Alaska (including children) receive a dividend cheque each year, in 2015 it was $2650
We made several stops en route to Coldfoot, all cold, some nearly unbearable. Most of the route was via the Dalton Highway, built in 1974 preceding the construction of the Trans Alaska Pipeline and opened to the general public in 1980. It travels from Fairbanks to Prudhoe Bay on the Arctic Ocean. The most memorable stops were on the frozen Yukon River (yes, the 3rd biggest river in USA – after the Missouri and Mississippi – was completely frozen), at what our verbose driver called the Enchanted Forest where all the trees are frozen and it looks like something straight out of Disneyland, and at the Arctic Circle. The enchanted forest was the coldest spot of the day at -26◦C plus wind chill factor through the roof. We could only stand outside for a few minutes before jumping back on board the heated bus.
We arrived at Coldfoot, 70 miles into the Arctic Circle at about 7pm. It is only one of two truck stops between Fairbanks and Prudhoe Bay, the other being Deadhorse, and in the 2010 census showed a population of 10. Coldfoot consists of a Roadhouse serving truckies meals almost exclusively limited to burgers and fries, a post office and some overnight accommodation which are converted pipeline construction camp quarters. Very basic but warm and comfortable. No wi-fi, no cell reception, no TV!
At the Arctic Circle
Car for SaleCherrie on the frozen Yukon RiverColdfoot Post OfficeColdfootthe Dalton HighwayThe Enchanted Forest brrrrFrozen TreesYukon RiverHow far…..On the frozen Yukon RiverChristine strolling back from the YukonThe Enchanted Forestthe Alaska PipelineWhere’s the door?
We were, of course, in pursuit of the Aurora Borealis (the northern lights) and so a group of 7 of us trekked out at 10.30pm up the Dalton to the village of Wiseman (population 12) in the hands of our new trusty guide Dave. We sat in a warm hut and waited. And waited. And waited. But the lights didn’t show. We gave up at 2.15am and slunk back to our quarters.
Wiseman by moonlight at 1.30amMoon at 2am
Saturday 20 February
At 11am we headed out with a small group of 5, and Dave, to the northern end of the Brooks Ranges. We came within 50 miles of the Arctic Ocean. Beautiful scenery, we passed through the trees into barren arctic tundra. The notion of ‘whiteout’ became a reality. In the vehicle we climbed the Anaktuvuk Pass (anaktuvuk means “the land of many caribou droppings”) and we were photographed at the top of the pass where it was -35◦C but the wind chill factor read -43◦C! It was cold. The only wildlife we saw was a Dall Sheep and the Ptarmigan bird (silent P). Returned at about 4pm, had a sleep and then another variety of hamburger and fries for dinner before heading off again at 10.30pm in search of the aurora. Another long and cold night but we experimented with taking arctic photos in the moonlight and stamped our feet warm (ish). Cherrie spotted a green light rising over the northern horizon. It looked to me to be a weak follow spot with green gel but with whoops and cheers the group emerged from the cabin to see the Aurora Borealis, but a very weak show and only for a couple of minutes. Ah well, we always knew that we mightn’t see it, and we have had the most wonderful time in remote Alaska. We hung around until 2.30am in the hope that the show would return but alas no.
Mt Sakakpak
Dalton Highway TundraAnaktuvuk Pass BrrBrrIn the tundraAurora Borealis (such as it is)
Sunday 21 February
11am dog sled ride. What fun, being pulled by a team of 8 hard working huskys around a 5 mile trail through the trees. Lots of poo and wee stops for the dogs, who we are assured love to pull overweight Australians around. At 1.30pm we were to be picked up for the short ride to the air strip and our flight back to Fairbanks. We were kept waiting until 3pm when we were transported to the ice strip, where we stood in the elements for half an hour waiting for the pilots from Coyote Air to arrive! Cherrie loved the flight, Christine prayed all the way. Fairbanks positively balmy with a temperature of -6◦C.
Mush MushDistracted dogsA lazy ride for some8 seater from Coldfoot to FairbanksOur preferred airline
Monday 22 February
Current temperature 1◦C. The locals are literally in tee-shirts, delighted at the warm conditions. Global warming truly is a reality here, although the cars still need to be plugged into heaters overnight. We have decided to fly into Seattle tonight rather than tomorrow morning, giving us two full days there. We are pleased that this is the warmest winter ever experienced in Alaska…not sure we could have coped with much lower temperatures.
A convenient park bench in Fairbanks
keeping the car engine warm
So, farewell from Alaska. It’s all a bit of a fog (especially to Cherrie)
Some of you have been known to call me Moderation Dunstan. Perhaps with a tinge of irony. However, after 24 hours in Dubai I can confidently tell you that such a non de plume is rubbish. There is no excess like Dubai. We are now about to board for a leisurely 15 hour flight to Seattle and a quick connection to Alaska Airlines for a further 2 hours which will take us into the heart the 49th state and Fairbanks. Tomorrow, to the Arctic Circle.