Took the train yesterday evening from Whittier to Anchorage, a two and a half hour ride. Clouds lifted at just the right time. The views were so spectacular that you might have asked yer self, "geeze, why did I ever go anywhere else on vacation!"
Countless mountains in all directions, seemingly going on forever.
All rising abruptly from sea level to several thousands of feet, several with turquoise glaciers in between them, most with shiny white snow fields at their tops. In two of the rivers we passed over, we watched as a fisherman would pull out a salmon about the length of a yardstick.
It's also a tradition for fishermen and others along the way to wave happily at the train riders gliding by. Winters are so long here that that there There's a pronounced sense of exhilaration when it's summer.
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