These are my Alaska travel recommendations if you plan on visiting the state. This sample itinerary will give you an idea of where to stay, where to eat, who to consult for tour info, what to see, and where to go in this rugged paradise.
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There are places I read about in travel magazines that I file away in the ole’ noggin of must-see sites. In most cases, the description matches my expectation and I am glad I made the time.
This trip, I decide to visit Hope, Alaska, a small former gold mining town located on the Turnagain Arm of Cook Inlet. It’s a two-hour drive from Seward to Hope, and I’m immediately annoyed I made the trip because there is nothing here but RVs and a couple of closed shops. Upon first glance, Hope reminds me of a modern day ghost town and I wonder if someone named this place Hope because it’s Hopeless.
Hope Alaska, a former gold mining town and a weekend getaway spot for Anchorage residents
It’s mid-morning; quiet fills the air and calmness coats the glassy water. I slowly understand the appeal of Hope. It’s quaint but I prefer activity to sleepy towns. If searching for a respite from city life, Hope would be the place to go. Its simplified beauty and serenity make it a place where people are one with nature.
I am not sure what do with myself and I drive around to make sure I haven’t missed anything. I visit Tito’s, the only restaurant open (in fact, the only place to eat) and contemplate my next move. I pore over my map and decide I will go hiking on the Resurrection Pass Trail. I could use a little resurrection. I get to the trail, park the car, sign away my life–name and time of entry with the National Park Service–and hit the trail with little to no knowledge about where I am going or what the trail entails.
From Hope to Coopers Landing in Alaska
There is something incredibly appealing about Alaska. It’s pristine, untouched, beckoning and terrifying. I am on the trail and I’m talking to myself. I notice footprints below and I assume they belong to a moose or bear. I start yelling, “Hey Bear!” Half the time I think my voice sounds like I am calling the bear to greet me, not to scare it away. I’m staring down as I walk because I am a klutz and prone to tripping…but how am I going to spot bears? It’s a conundrum, and as I mull it over, I start to daydream. These prints are definitely those of a wild animal and, from what I learned on my safari years ago, they are fresh.
“I will be ready,” I say to myself.
Along the Resurrection Creek on the Resurrection Pass Trail
I’m overdressed and the flies and mosquitoes are attacking me. Since I am dripping sweat, the monsters consider me more attractive meat. I layer down and continue listening to the sounds of the rushing Resurrection Creek. The spruce and aspen forests and some flowers cover the terrain, but I am mostly focused on why the hell I am torturing myself on this hike.
My mind wanders all over the place:
”I am miserable.”
“I am going to have to pee soon.”
“How long have I been walking?”
“Is it time to turn around?”
“Follow your passion.”
“Is this my passion?”
“You cannot love someone else if you don’t love yourself.”
A flower that juices contain a phototoxin reacting with skin when exposed to ultraviolet light
And then I think about the fairy tale “Goldilocks and the Three Bears” and my internal dialogue continues. “That’s a bunch of bullshit. Some mother who lived in a forest made that story up so her kids wouldn’t be afraid to go outside.”
“Oh my god.”
It hits me. I am in a place that feeds on my deepest fears. I am a self-proclaimed hypochondriac and I am in a state–in a land– where I am surrounded by everyday threats of tsunamis, avalanches, moose, bear, caribou and wolf attacks, and hypothermia.
How am I on this trail alone, with bear spray I am not entirely sure I know how to use when I couldn’t even leave my job to try something new? When I dated someone on and off for 10 years with no future and I was afraid to be alone. This is madness.
I hear rustling and wake up from my fog. It’s two hikers. We exchange greetings and ask if the other has seen any bears. (I’ve learned by now that this is a normal line of questioning in Alaska.) The couple tells me I should be in good shape because three hikers and a dog are about a mile ahead of me. I giggle.
My scary “bear” dog print
Those big bad prints belonged to a dog. I cannot stop laughing. I take the time to pee, squatting as the mosquitoes bite into me and then I turn back. The return walk seems longer than I remember but I am strong and confident. I can take on the bears. I shoot a video for my friend who urged me to visit Alaska, still laughing about the bear “claws” I discovered.
After a four-hour-hike, I arrive back to the car and initial my safe return with the ranger’s log. Now, where should I stay tonight?