The first time I hiked to the top of Mount Juneau, I got to see this...
I also learned that just because something is called a hike doesn’t mean it won’t quickly morph into a stomach-churning scramble on hands and knees up the side of a cliff. As 40 mile-per-hour winds whipped past my boyfriend, Scotty, and I, tossing my new hiker’s headband into the oblivion of downtown Juneau below, I wondered exactly what I had signed up for.
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| The view from here: Mount Juneau in Juneau, Alaska- July 26, 2008 |
