Friday, January 7, 2011

Treading On Thin Ice: Eagle River

December was sunny and cold. But, right around Christmas rain returned to the rainforest. Juneau groomers are wizards at grooming ice and mush for weeks on end. The ski community gives a collective sigh, switches to waxless skis, grudgingly pulls their rain gear from the bottom of the clothes pile and heads out the door.

Gail, Kari and I were still in a bit of rain denial when Gail suggested skiing up Eagle River to Eagle Glacier. The nordic ski web site had boasted some fantastic river skiing during the cold snap and we had all missed out for various reasons. So, early in the morning on the final day of 2010, we left the trailhead with our skis, dogs and headlamps.



We spent the first quarter mile on the Amalga Trail alongside Eagle River. The trail was built by miners around 1900. By 1909 there were 50 people living at Amalga. A mill operated until World War I. Eagle River Mine produced 70,000 or so tons of ore. Eagle River leads to Eagle Glacier and a public cabin. We were hoping to make the 9 mile round trip during daylight.



We headed up the river and followed some ski tracks that looked several days old. There was open water at first but still plenty of ice and snow. Our dogs were thrilled. Kari and I were also pleased because we've never explored this trail or been to Eagle Glacier. For the first mile the travel was lovely...no steep descents or branches to duck.


We began encountering large areas of open water though. And, the old tracks disappeared into the river and popped out 25 feet on the other side indicating there had been a significant amount of melt recently. The further upriver we skied, the narrower it became and the flow increased. We were forced to scamper up a bank and bush-whack about half a mile through the forest. I made the unfortunate discovery that dormant and withered Devil's Club pricks right through heavy winter clothes with the same intensity that it pierces lightweight running shorts.


We attempted to cross again after a bend in the river and removed our skis, contemplating a jump across a narrow stream of open water to an ice island. But, my ice shelf broke and I fell forward onto snow and ice and that also broke through. I could tell I was wet, but I was very close to shore. I tried to find stable ice but my dogs charged over and crashed through all of the ice around me and then gracefully jumped to shore (thanks dogs). Behind me Kari also broke through a layer of ice closer to stable ground. While I was trying to get my chest out of the water and onto some ice, Gail, who managed to stay dry, called out that she had thought taking off our skis had been a bad idea. Yep, it was a bad idea.

I found myself grabbing a snow-laden tree that had fallen from the bank onto the river. I scooted along the tree, holding my skis and poles and then unartfully pulled myself up a steep and bushy 12 foot bank. My dogs were sliding down the bank and leaping up again, showing me how easy it all was. Kari and Gail had a clear route back into the woods.

We peered upstream and the openings in the ice only appeared larger.


At this point, Kari suggested waffles and Gail and I whole-heartedly agreed. We headed back down the river without incident.


In viewing the map, it looks like we made it about half way to Eagle Glacier. Even with the shorter distance, it was enough for our 7 month old Chessie who was sacked out on Gail's backpack ten minutes after we climbed into the car.


Well, it's a week later and the sun and cooler weather have returned. We're trying to train for a few ski events in February and March. So, we've waxed up for the weekend...just don't look for us on any of the local rivers.

1 comment:

  1. Here we provided the Yeti Coolers Review based on their product line up like hard sided and soft-sided coolers, there features and comparison between them.

    ReplyDelete