Sean standing over Gastineau Channel. This is before the wallowing began in earnest.
The wind-drifted snow created cool ice formations.
Juneau's version of the desert.
Sean walks along Gold Ridge. I really like this photo.
The Juneau Ridge and a fog-shrouded Blackerby Ridge in the distance.
Looking toward Sheep Mountain and Clark Mountain.
This tower of unknown origin toppled over and was devoured by rime ice.
Sean brought homemade pizza, topped with asparagus, tomatoes and Yukon Gold potato slices, to snack on at the top. It wasn't even frozen yet.
As we slid down, clouds started to move in from the southwest.
Heading back down to town. Total distance was about eight miles. Total time was four hours. The waist-deep wallowing definitely slowed us down, but for the most part, it made for a relaxing morning.
For some reason, I feel a little guilty leaving it at that. Maybe I should take an "Up in Alaska" reader poll. Does anyone think I should spend more time writing and less time taking photos of mountains?