It's rained a lot while we've been here in Alaska and we had a steady downpour the past couple of days. It made me realize how there's more to this trip than just the sights. I'd though I'd make an inventory of some of the scents and sounds we've experienced. So close your eyes and imagine these.
Sounds
- the steady beat of the rain on the roof of the RV at night
- the dopplered train whistles around Anchorage and Fairbanks
- the ascending roar of jets flown over the military bases
- reveille wake up call and taps at dusk on base
- seagulls cawing and sea lions roaring at Allison Point near Valdez
- ice cracking and rocks tumbling in the crevasses of Kennicott glacier
- glacier water pouring over a hillside into a waterfall and down a river stream
- the foghorn of a cruise ship coming into port
- the slap of a salmon jumping out of the water
- boats rocking in the waves in the harbor in Homer
- the barking of huskies sled dogs practicing runs in the summer
- the wind rustling leaves of birch and aspen trees
- a bear growling from the tree top in JBER Famcamp
- an a capella group performing in the Farmers Market in Fairbanks
- the squeaks and squeals of rusting metal equipment in Chicken
- the honking call of geese in the marshes at Laird Hot Springs
- the creak of wooden planks on bridges spanning the rivers
- the buzz of a mosquito somewhere in the RV
- and most of all, the absence of any sound at all in so many places.
Then there are the smells, the scents of being in a different place.
- the musky loam of decaying leaves after the rain
- the metallic sulphuric smell of lava at Craters of the Moon
- the chilled still air of the Lehman caves
- the misty wet breeze off of Shoshone Falls in Idaho
- fresh asphalt being laid over potholes and frost heaves on the Alaskan highways
- pungent pine trees stretching for miles over mountains
- English tea scones and clotted cream at Lake Louise
- the cold dust in the moraine of a glacier
- the scent of musk ox on the farm in Fairbanks
- wet hot sulfur springs in Laird and Chena hot springs
- reindeer, buffalo and deer sausage in Delta Junction
- the silt glacier dust along Denali Highway
- the close, stuffy stacks of the used bookstores
- the exhaust of the train riding from Whittier to Anchorage
- the giant chocolate fountain at Wild Berry store
- barnacles soaked in seawater on the cruise boats
- a hot coffee while the captain navigates islands in Resurrection bay
- the seabird guano coating the rocks in a rookery
- the whiff of oil along the shore near a derrick
- mushrooms burrowed in tree stumps along a hiking trail
- seas of grass along the Homer Spit
- fresh haddock hung along the porch at the dock in Homer
- warm clean laundry to be folded from the dryers in the campground
- and everywhere along the highway, in gardens, hanging in baskets along the streets are flowers and ferns; indian paintbrush, yellow water-lilies, forget-met-nots, western columbine, monkey flower, lupine, bunchberry and fireweed.
It's more than pictures.
