Around the emerald lake in Alaska’s Portage Valley, glaciers cling to mountains like globs of sourdough. And when the permafrost beneath a vertical ice field shudders or melts, the timeworn dough unsticks… The glacier slides, unbound, braiding ruts and jagged ridges in the mountain’s face. Gravel, roots, and silt fill every muddy wrinkle. We marvel…
Covid nailed my wife and I. We’re doing better now, but for some reason it is taking time to get our strength back. We are not Covid positive anymore. We’re walking for exercise again. Outside our Alaskan home, snow hates to melt, and ice in our yard (underfoot) is fighting to stay relevant. I dare…
For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities–his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God. [Romans 1:20]
At subzero, the Knik Arm freezes several feet thick, while beneath its silty crust a violent tide surges and recedes. Tidal pressures split the crust along veins and faults, and irregular icy shards the size of trucks and buses breach the surface. My wife and I stood on the banks of frozen Peters Creek as…
A Norwegian fisherman named Peter Buschmann gazed into the fluorescent blue depths of the mighty Le Conte Glacier in Southeast Alaska, dreaming. In the 1880s, millions of pounds of sockeye salmon were salted and shipped to Seattle in wooden barrels. It was risky business preserving fish — ferrying them to steamships, then delivering the barrels…
Cache of Grace 