Archive for June, 2009


June 5th, 2009

We made it! Finally. That’s right, it wasn’t all just talk. We really did drive from Florida to Alaska. Here are some pictures of our first day there. We stopped in Cicely:

An Oasis
Dr. Joel Fleischman's Office - Downtown Cicely, AK
KBHR - Downtown Cicely, AK
The Brick - Downtown Cicely, AK
Downtown Cicely, AK
Downtown Cicely, AK

OK, OK its not really Alaska. Its Roslyn, WA. That’s where Northern Exposure was actually filmed (not Alaska). I saw it on a map as we were passing by and being a big fan, just had to stop in for a couple of minutes.

We are on our way to Alaska, though. I promise. Even if the Canadian customs officials didn’t seem to want to let us pass. They separated us, questioned us, and searched the camper. I thought for sure they were going to deny us entry because we didn’t have a detailed itinerary. However, after the guard emerged after searching the camper, his whole demeanor changed. He was all nice and smiles. One has to wonder what he found in the camper that lighted his spirits so.

Anyway, we are in BC, Canada and are blazing through it as quickly as we can. Internet connectivity is very sparse, so we probably will not post again until we are there.

NCAR 2009

June 2nd, 2009

View of Mt. Adams from our campsite - NCAR 2009

View from the campground

One thing the east coast has that you don’t have much of on the west coast is a large number of caving conventions. There just aren’t very many conventions out here, even if the cavers are at least as active. As luck would have it, we stumbled across the Northwest Caving Association Regional. It’s a little coincidental actually, since it changes areas every year. Regardless of all the random factors that could have prevented it, we did find out about the NCAR in time and make it down to Trout Lake, Washington for Memorial Day weekend.

As with every caving convention we’ve been to, the people were awesome. You don’t meet nicer, more down to earth people than cavers. On Saturday, we bummed a ride with members of the Silver Sage Grotto (out of Idaho) where we had a rather massive trip through Butter and Stairwell. I think we had twenty-four people underground at one point, counting the infant strapped to his Dad’s chest.

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