So, there are three ways into and out of Whittier, take a boat, ride a train, or ride between the rails on the longest rail tunnel in North America. Two and a half miles of fun and tension in an unlit rock walled moisture leaking tunnel. This is while knowing that motorcycles go last because of the there propensity to get a tire stuck in the rail and fall down. The tunnel authority alternates directions of travel since it is just wide enough for a standard truck. Here is a link to the motorcycle safety instructions which were also given verbally (click here)
No I'd rather go and journey
Where the diamond crescent's glowing
And run across the valley
Beneath the sacred mountain
And wander through the forest
Where the trees have leaves of prisms
And break the light in colors
That no one know the names of
Carole King / Gerry Goffin
The scenery today was absolutely beautiful, majestic mountains, glaciers, snow capped peaks, green forests of every shade. Ending with twenty miles of hard rain in Anchorage rush hour to let us know train tracks and tunnels aren't the only thing that can get you.
Met an old sea captain in Whittier who entertained us with his tales of the sea.
3 comments:
Sounds like one of those days where you are in awe of Mother Nature both beautiful and powerful. Does the old sea captain also frequent the North Pole at Christmas? =)
I think that guy was in Sea Hunt with Lloyd Bridges
Good memory Barn ;) Think he gets around...
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