Rest and solace beckoned after the rough ride on the Dalton Highway, and I found my respite in Seward, Alaska. Nestled amidst protective hills, the town’s expansive marina was more than one would expect for its size. Locals hurried, but the rest of us took our time, savoring the unhurried pace.
A picturesque trail traced the water’s edge, passing by well-kept campsites managed by the city. Downtown was a treat, offering the possibility of fresh coffee and pastries. But it was beyond the town that I found true wonder.
Seward rests within a glorious fjord, the sea stretching endlessly in one direction while magnificent hills commanded attention from all others. After days of purposeless wandering, a familiar but as yet unread sign captured my attention: “Iditarod Mile 0.” The allure of standing at the starting point of such a renowned trail was undeniable.
In search of solitude, I camped freely by the riverbed, away from the town’s buzz. The river’s flow replaced the calming presence of the sea. My curiosity led me further down the road and up the river, where I encountered another sign, “Kenai Fjords National Park.” An invitation I couldn’t resist.
The rest of my day was spent hiking around Exit Glacier, surrounded by nature’s majesty. The nights offered peace, a welcome reward for my wanderings.”
