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A family trip to the Nabesna Area

Sunday, August 30th, 2026

As written by Lizzy. Possibly less truthful but more grammatically correct than normal.

Start of the trip 

On the drive out we broke up the day with a short hike, only three miles or so. This brought up one recurring theme of the trip: Pearl is a little bit of a princess. She wanted to be carried up the steps. Very scary stairs made of metal. We understand, Pearl. 

Day 1 

The following day, the first day of hiking, we followed Lost Creek until the intersection with an ATV trail leading to Platinum Creek. The creekbed was very good walking, gravely but flat with some creek crossings but mostly just walking the gravel. After a few miles on the creek we reached the ATV trail. We saw two bears down on the creek when we started walking up the ATV trail, though we didn’t manage to get any photos. Other than those two at a distance, we didn’t see any other bears. 

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family trip in the wrangles, 2026

family trip in the wrangles, 2026

You’ll notice that in this photo Pearl is not wearing booties. Later on she had to wear them, and booties ended up being in short supply on this trip. Pearl isn’t very good about understanding that she will never catch marmots, so she has to be on a leash to prevent marmot chasing. We continued along the ATV trail until we reached Platinum Creek. We continued walking along it until the creek started drying up, and we eventually camped beside the creek. 

Molly had dehydrated food in preparation for the trip. Dinner was rice with beans, corn, and tomatoes, with chocolate for dessert. Afterwards we settled down in the tent, a five-person pyramid tent with the four of us and both the dogs. It was a little tight, but the dogs seemed to like it. Eddy usually takes some convincing to get into the tent, but he seemed eager. 

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family trip in the wrangles, 2026

family trip in the wrangles, 2026

I’m not sure what Molly’s side eye is for. Probably to tell Dad to stop taking photos and go to bed. 

Day 2 

At the start of day 2 we crossed over a pass, then traveled down into the valley and followed a creek that doesn’t seem to have a name. Maybe it can be called Lizzy’s Creek. 

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family trip in the wrangles, 2026

Top of the pass, and then the creek we started walking along. 

There were many bones and antlers. Some of them we permitted Eddy to taste, while others we decided were too photogenic for him to sample. Eddy also believes he should be allowed to carry antlers with him while hiking, which slows progress.

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Pearl had to wear booties at this point, after getting sores on her feet after the first day of hiking. My pants were also suffering with an expanding knee hole.  

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Eventually we reached the creek leading into Soda Lake, and then reached the lake itself. We camped just next to the lake, after extensive discussion over the best spot to put the tent. At my urging we put the tent in a slightly flatter, but windier section. The tent didn’t end up blowing over, so I’m giving myself credit. Pearl didn’t think she got enough dinner. We ate seaweed, rice and edamame for dinner, followed by chocolate, of course. The games we had packed were starting to become boring, and the only things I had downloaded on my phone were random PDFs, which included some fanfiction. As a result the whole family got to listen to Star Trek fanfiction. 

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family trip in the wrangles, 2026

Day 3 

This was our shortest day. We followed a different creek leading into Soda Lake, sidehilling around brush in the creek. 

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 Eventually we cut through the valley and met up with a new creek, Totschunda Creek. Crossing through the valley proved to have more excitement than expected, at least for me. I ended up stepping into a wasp nest. I only got a couple of stings on my ankle, and pushed on. I told my mom I wouldn’t take antihistamines, but wanted to test to see if it would swell up at all. 


We continued up the creek, passing by a waterfall and continuing to walk through the valley. We turned back when we saw sheep on the hills and camped earlier in the valley, not wanting to disturb their access to water. 

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Waterfall and distant sheep. That’s my dad’s photo, I know it’s blurry. Blame him. 

We ate dinner, which was labeled Curry?. Molly had us guess the ingredients, and the first three things I guessed were all incorrect. It was delicious, though Molly complained that it was too spicy and that it caused exciting poops the following morning. Well, who created the dinners? I didn’t have problems with the Curry? but I did have problems with my pants.

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They got sewed back together with dental floss. We were also running through dog booties very quickly at this point, and had to do some repairs with tape. Eddy and Pearl entered energy saver mode quickly at camp. I continued reading the fanfiction aloud. 

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family trip in the wrangles, 2026

family trip in the wrangles, 2026

Day 4 

Not taking antihistamines first thing after getting stung was a mistake. My ankle swelled up, reddened and became very itchy. It also throbbed when I walked. Even now it’s scabbed and a little swollen. Apparently, like my mom, I have a slight allergy. 

We started day 4 by retracing our steps back down to the creek. However, when we reached the valley instead of going straight up to Soda Lake, we went over a ridge, walked along it, and then cut down to Platinum Creek. We followed the creek back to the trail to Soda Lake, and then camped there. 

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This was by far the brushiest day. The descent down to Platinum creek was very brushy, but at least it was downhill. Pearl wasn’t a major brush fan. Suitcase mode had to be activated when she refused to go down into an especially thick section of alder. I picked her up by her backpack handle, carried her for a few steps like a briefcase, and threw her down into the brush. She wasn’t a fan of suitcase mode. 

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Walking along the creek.

Pearl had to be on a leash most of day 4 because of cliffs. She has a tendency to leap before she looks, meaning that she has been known to hurl herself off cliffs without seeing how tall they are. Eddy always has to be on a leash, because he believes recall is a choice. 

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Red rocks approaching Soda Lake, followed by rock piles near Soda Lake. We refer to them as the egg cartons. 

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Second night of camping on Soda Lake, camping right on the shore. 


Dinner was a bag labeled the OG. Dad thought OG stood for Original Jesus, because he can’t spell. It turned out to be lentils, rice, curry powder, tomato and other spices. We discovered that Eddy now has sores on his feet, and so he needs booties for the remaining days. All the rocks apparently are hard on dogs’ feet. I read aloud more fanfiction. At this point we were well over page one hundred. 

Day 5 

In the morning there was an argument about whether Molly had grabbed Dad’s nose in the middle of the night and wiggled it back and forth. Dad swore she did, and she swore that she hadn’t and that he had dreamed it because she had been wiggling Eddy’s nose the night before. The nose twiddling mystery is still unsolved, if Dad dreamed it, if he made it up, if Molly did twiddle his nose, or if she did it in her sleep. Or if somehow the dogs managed to wiggle his nose. He eventually accused me, but as I was on the opposite side of the tent, it would have taken skills to be able to touch his nose without waking everyone else up. 

This day was the longest day, about 18 miles of walking on creeks, ATV trails and ridges. We started out by leaving Soda Lake the same way we arrived the previous day and following the ATV trail out. However, when we reached Lost Creek we turned up it instead of down. At this point I had run out of breakfast, due to miscalculating my food needs, so I ate granola bars for breakfast. The audiobook I was listening to was coming to a very slow end, one that was thoroughly unexciting and predictable, so I was annoyed, but I had spent ten hours listening to it, and so had to finish. 

The creek walking was mostly unexciting, though when the banks narrowed we had to climb up to the hill on the side, which proved to provide a little more adventure. Suitcase mode had to be activated again as Pearl didn’t seem to understand the danger of trying to run off cliffs. 

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family trip in the wrangles, 2026

Eddy in the flowers, and us walking up Lost Creek. 

Near the end of the day we reached a large section of ice. We also met the only other person we saw on the trip, a hunter who seemed very unwilling to talk to us and probably would have ignored us entirely if we hadn’t called out to him and asked where to camp. He didn’t give us a useful answer. Maybe it was because, as I learned later, there was a large hole in the butt of my pants, or maybe he was annoyed that we had probably scared away all the sheep. We should have told him that there were hundreds before we hiked by. 

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Finding a campsite was a little tricky. We ended up camping on a slightly sloped, somewhat windy ledge on the side of a hill. Dinner was mashed potatoes with something resembling meat. It was called “mashed potatoes” in quotes, which isn’t at all suspicious. It tasted good though. 

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Major bootie repairs had to happen. We had run through 4 sets of booties, and had to start sewing them together in order to have any that didn’t have holes.

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Eddy wasn’t entertained. At some point during the more adventurous sections of the day I had slid on my butt and ripped the whole seat of my pants open. We were out of dental floss, so there was no repairing my pants. However, I was excited when I realized that I had accidentally carried extra hiking pants, which I was going to wear during the car ride back, so I wouldn’t have to do the final day with my pants gaping. 

Day 6 

The day started by hiking up a hill and then through a pass. We then followed a sheep trail down the other side of the pass. The descent was much steeper than the ascent, and with poorer footing, with nothing but a foot wide sheep trail to follow down the side of the loose rock. 

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Walking up the ridge, and then at the top. Watch out Pearl, it’s a cliff! 

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The sheep trail. Leash time for Pearl! No taking the short way down the hill.

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When we approached the valley we continued walking on the ridge for a while, until we ended up with a steep scree on all sides and then had to turn around and descend to Trail Creek in the valley. We started walking along the creek, following it until it mixed and merged with an ATV trail, and then reached the road and our car. 

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family trip in the wrangles, 2026

family trip in the wrangles, 2026

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End of the trip! Eddy was camera shy. Pearl was camera dumb. 

Only one bootie, out of five sets, survived the trip without a hole. We had to throw out all the other booties. My pants didn’t survive the trip, and my ankle was definitely a new level of itchy, like twenty mosquito bites piled on top of each other. Maybe only ten. It is fair to say that fun was had by all, and that the trip is an experience worth repeating. Four out of five stars. Five if there was ice cream waiting at the car for us instead of a single protein beverage that Molly drank.

A Map!

More photos can be found here.

Some pink was requested, so we are ending in a bit of pink. Yay?

A Beaver Creek Float with the Family

Tuesday, June 25th, 2024

The family and I did the classic Beaver Creek float and hike. Jokingly I suggested to my daughter Lizzy that she write a blog post about it for me. Amazingly, she agreed – enjoy!


In a story that was told during one of the Dark Winter Nights productions it was stated that something truly was terrifying because Jay Cable started screaming, and he never screams. 

I can say that this is factually false. My dad screams more than probably anybody else I know. Multiple times I have had to tell him to not scream unless he is actually seriously injured because otherwise, nearby people will come running to witness the terrible injury, which would be embarrassing for both him and me. 

Note: The dark winter nights episode Lizzy is refering to can be found here:
(Also, I never scream. -JC)

https://dark-winter-nights-true-stories-from-alaska.castos.com/episodes/the-blowhole

The beaver creek trip I went on this summer, luckily, did not include very much screaming, except for a few moments. The weather was fairly perfect, with almost no bugs.

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The packrafting was definitely not hot, but also not the frigid hail-filled adventure a previous beaver creek trip was. We had one day of packrafting, then stayed at a cabin for the night, then crossed the creek again to get to the trail on the other side. I was boating in a tricolor boat and took joy in paddling far ahead from the rest of the group so that I had to be shouted at to wait. 

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Lizzy, in the “tricolor boat”..
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Lizzy, in her natural habitat..
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The wildlife from the creek was quite impressive. We saw multiple eagles and ospreys, plus a porcupine and a moose. Bank swallows were also a continual presence later during the boating. 

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Summer cabin life..
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Lizzy, the young author of this screed, appreciating the aroma of her well aged socks..
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The short journey away from the cabin on the second day turned out to be an unexpected source of adventure. I got across perfectly fine in my boat, which I then deflated and rolled up to go in my dad’s backpack. However, there was a shriek from the middle of the creek as my dad was crossing. Apparently he had a thermos of coffee in the boat which had a poor lid, or a lid he had forgotten to actually screw on. Whatever the cause, he was soon sitting in a pool of coffee that had filled the inside of his raft. 

When he got out of the boat the seat of his pants was soaked. There was also a very strong odor of coffee as he walked past. He quickly changed into different pants and underwear. However, he then asked the family to wash both in the creek. I refused and ran in the opposite direction. Finally, he was forced to wash his own clothing, and then changed into dry shorts. 

It wouldn’t really have mattered if he had kept the original shorts on. He had told us that there would be a creek crossing after the first, but that it would be shallow and that we would just walk across. It was not shallow. It was thigh deep on my dad, waist deep on me. I told my dad he had to come back and take my backpack for me. I had assumed, on a day we wouldn’t be boating, that I wouldn’t need to seal everything into a dry sack. Apparently, on all hiking trips it is best to assume that you are going swimming. 

The trail on the first day of hiking wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either. The brush, unfortunately, in some locations was densest beside and in the trail. The brush would grow specifically in the trail because water would flow down it. Specifically the two miles after the trail shelter, or before the trail shelter from our perspective, are very brushy. 

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When we reached camp I entertained myself by reading the two books I brought, both of which I finished during the trip. I was very appreciative of the large supply of camp chairs in the trail shelter. 

The third day, while being the shortest, was somewhat frustrating for me. My wet feet and poor shoes generated blisters. I was also carrying the largest kayak paddles, which stuck out from the top of my pack and caught on all the brush. 

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Why, what big paddles you have Lizzy!

My spirits improved near the end of the hike, and I was pleased with myself once I reached the parking lot and took my shoes off. I also have an appreciation now for my hatred of coffee. I will never end up with coffee packraft crotch. 

Beaver Creek & the Summit Trail with the family

Monday, August 22nd, 2022

Note – This trip was in June 11-13, 2022, but I am falling behind on my blog..

A long time ago our whole family floated Beaver Creek, and hiked out the Summit Trail. Lizzy (daughter), Nancy (wife) both decided after that trip packrafting was “dumb”. A few years later Molly (other daughter) gave it another chance and had a blast. With a weekend (plus a day) free, Molly and I decided to do it again, floating Beaver Creek in packrafts and meeting up with Nancy and Lizzy half way out on the Summit Trail. This time we were joined by Ruby the loaner dog, who we were taking care of while her owner was off on the north slope. Our dogs Shiloh and Eddy are terrified of water, and are in no way packrafting dogs. It was a great float, the float was fantastic, the weather warm… just about perfect, though the water was a bit slower than ideal..

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Lunch

Hot lunch – luxury!

Fellow travelers

We stopped briefly to check out an old cabin on the USGS topo maps, and found it – yay I love rusty old stuff!

Old Cabin

We spent the evening in Borealis Cabin, enjoying the clean (yay!!) and warm cabin as the temps dropped to near freezing overnight. Ruby enjoyed snuggling with me and found the cabin full of exciting smells.
In the morning we crossed the creek and started hiking after watching some beavers busily doing beaver things.

A Beaver on Beaver Creek! Ruby waiting with Molly for a ride

Ruby waiting for a ride across the creek..

Shuttling across Beaver Creek

Shuttling across the creek

Fording Wickersham Creek

Wading Wick Creek..

Footprints on Wickersham Creek

Busy banks!

We then hiked to the trail shelter, roughly 12 miles from the river. The trail was mostly great once off the winter trail (tussocky!), with marvelous colors and great views.

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Under…

And under..

“I can make it!” – Molly

Eventually we made it to the trail shelter where we caught up with Lizzy and Nancy and spent the evening enjoying snacks, books, and games.

In the morning we headed out and hiked the rest of the way out..

Lizzy is preped for the bugs!

Lizzy, well bug proofed

A bit of spruce pollen

Pollen-licous!

Shiloh is unimpressed

Shiloh the dog is not excited about this hiking stuff.. 🙂

Lunching

Lunch!

BLM had installed new boardwalk on the really muddy section, and it was a fantastic addition – thanks BLM!

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The family dropped me off at Cleary Summit, and I biked to Nome Creek to fetch the car. The ride was great, but I didn’t bring enough food and bonked a bit.

The Davison Ditch! Nome Creek Road Almost done..

We are so lucky to have the Whites and Beaver Creek so accessible to us. It is amazing to go on a three day trip and to have the place completely to ourselves. Yay! Thanks again BLM for such a wonderful area! And of course thanks to Molly, Lizzy, Nancy, Ruby, Eddy, and Shiloh for the company. And Sinbad the cat for watching the house while we were away 🙂



A Family Tour of the White Mountains

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2022

Leaving my office, I headed out into a dark -36f late afternoon to start my car and drive home. I started it up, then got out to unplug it*. Just after I unplugged it, I heard a “beep,beep” as it locked itself..
Crap.

After trying all the doors, I headed back inside. We have two keys to this car, and the other one is at my house, three miles away. After calling my wife Nancy who didn’t pick up, I started panicking and I called my daughter Lizzy, asking her (very optimistically!) if she could bring me the other keys.

Much to my surprise she said “Sure!”

30 minutes later Lizzy showed up on her fat bike, with the keys, and quickly unlocked it and headed out. We had to stop for gas, as it turned it was almost out. Wow.

Covid has been a bit rough on the twins. One year of online schooling, then it was back to school, with masks. First home made cloth masks, then N95s.. Limited social interactions, and so much fear. To top it off, the school bus was only running ever other week due to driver shortages. The twins decided this school year that they were just going to bike to school, as it is only three (ish) miles one way, mostly downhill in the morning on the way in. After finding out they could beat the school bus (the biking route is more direct) they were even more excited about biking. As the fall transitioned to winter they switched to snow bikes, with bright head tail lights lights, reflective vests, and warm clothing. A bit to my surprise they kept doing it even as it became honestly cold, close to the -40s. As far as I know, they have never been late. I tried to bike a few times a week with them for the ride in, but school starts early (7:30am!), and I am not as a consistent of a bike commuter as they are.

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Photos from a different, slightly warmer day where I biked in to school with the twins.

Fast forward half a year, and we were heading out on a family trip, heading around the White Mountains NRA “main loop”, stopping at Borealis, Windy Gap, Cache Mountain, and Moose Creek cabins. The twins had been to Moose Creek in the winter before, were I had to make the “no complaining while going up hill” rule as the twins (Lizzy in particular) would complain how miserable the biking was going up each of the hills, then would be perk up and continue on happily when it flattened out. They had also been to Borealis before too, but in the summer only. It would be their longest winter bike trip, and I was a bit worried they would be unhappy, warning them in the days leading up that they might have to walk up a lot if the conditions were really bad.

Yeah yeah, Dad.

The first day of the trip, three miles from the parking lot, after several crashes and one mini soft snow melt down, everyone had a break to snack and recover.

My bike is so heavy!” – Lizzy.

I was a bit worried that this was going to be a long, long trip.

Five days later, 90+ miles later we were back in the same spot, heading the other direction, everyone, tired, but happy and joyful.


First day went by quickly, with great trails besides a bit of soft snow.

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The ride was mostly uneventful, though at the top of the first decent Molly and I stopped a bit for her to take some photographs from the first scenic view stop.

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Eventually Molly finished taking photographs and we rode down the final hill, only to see a group of people with several dogs teams making camp. I stopped and chatted then looked for Molly and Shiloh the dog. No Shiloh or Molly. A bit more chatting, and still no Molly or Shiloh the dog. It was starting to get awkward, as they were waiting for me to go by… so I turned around and headed back up the hill. Part way up Shiloh the dog and Molly showed up. Apparently she had dropped her sunglasses at the top of the hill, and had to go back. I grabbed Shiloh, and we passed the dog teams with lots of barking – apparently this is the most exciting thing that had happened to the dogs in the team all day.

We arrived at a pre-warmed Borealis cabin, with embers in the stove that were soon rekindled into a nice blazing fire. The evening was spent hanging out, cutting wood, and enjoying a mellow evening.

The morning it was -30f ish at the cabin, probably much colder on the river, so we waiting until 10am or so when the sun was hitting us before heading out. It was in the single digits but felt warmer in the wonderful sun.

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The twins enjoyed the firm trails, and the great views. And hot lunch – since this was a “mellow” trip, I brought various dried or freeze dried meals that could be made with hot water from a thermos for lunch. It was a hit.

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Enjoying Heather Choice African Peanut Stew from the discount bin at REI. So fancy!

The twins had a blast and were handled the single digits in an occasionally brisk breeze. Nancy was also excited to be riding this outside the White Mountains 100 race, at a slower pace, and enjoying the trail.

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Shiloh and Eddy the dogs also had fun, though Shiloh likes to pretend he wasn’t..

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Molly needed to take some panoramic photos (panoramas?) for school, and I told her about the new climb a few miles before Windy Gap cabin, where she stopped to get a bunch of photos. They turned out pretty well.
The twins handled all the biking and the hills pretty well – all those days riding to and from school had given them lots of biking base!

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Then it was a long downhill and a few flat miles to the cabin. Alas, the cabin hadn’t had any recent visitors and was much colder inside than out. Walking into it was like entering a freezer. Once the fire was going it started warming up, but Lizzy was quick to find the warmest spot, in the loft directly above the stove.

Whites Loop with the Family

It was still mid afternoon once the cabin warmed up, so I headed out with Eddy to go checkout Windy Arch, a few miles from the cabin. Eddy wasn’t having it though. He kept looking at me like, “What are you doing?” and once he figured out I was going for a ride he abandoned me and ran back to the cabin. I had a great ride though, even though not even the dogs wanted to join me.

Whites Loop with the Family

This was the first cabin that was totally new to the Twins, and they enjoyed hanging out in it, with lots of reading, snacking, and dog snuggling. And doing puzzles – someone had left a small puzzle that gave into a relentless attack by Nancy and Lizzy.

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The next day we headed up and over the divide to Cache Mt cabin.

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We stopped briefly in at the “Ice Lakes”, a mile (ish) long section of ice for Molly to take another panorama and to have lunch.

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Photo taken by Molly

The trail was remarkably good, and we rode almost all the way up and over the divide, following some recent wolf tracks.

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Once over the divide it was a quick ride down to our next stop, Cache Mountain cabin. I had one over the bars crash right in front of Lizzy which she found endlessly funny.


The next morning we headed to our final cabin for the trip, Moose Creek cabin. I was a bit worried the trail would go downhill, but it stayed nice. The twins were troopers, riding up all the hills, including pushing up one really steep and rock hard hill that I almost couldn’t get my bike up.

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Molly’s rear break did explode all over the trail at one point, but we were able to get it back into some assemblance of working. Apparently her pannier hand been banging on it all year, and eventually the outer park of her disk brake broke and shot off powered by the return spring.

Moose Creek cabin had a deck of Uno cards, and many, many games of Uno were played.

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Photo taken by Molly

The final day went by fast. It was much warmer, in the mid 20s which felt so balmy! Everyone in the family had done this last 17 miles of trail several times at least, and were well aware of the climbs and zooming fast downhills.

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Eddy caught doing a 180 to checkout a sniff. He did it so fast it looked like his nose had been glued to the ground yanking his body around..

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A happy family, almost out..

When we finally made it out I was happy the trip went so well, but sad it was done. I had been very worried the trail would be a mess with lots of walking, but everyone had a blast. The twins had enough biking base they were not super tired at the end of the days, but tired enough they didn’t get bored – perfect! 🙂 Nancy enjoyed doing the loop outside a race context, and I had fun spending time with the family. Eddy the dog just enjoyed being out, though he has all the cabins memorized at this point, as he had been around the loop three times this year, but I think enjoyed the slower pace, with more time to sniff things. Shiloh the dog I think thought the days should have been shorter, maybe eight to ten miles, with lots more stops to pee on things, and more snacks.

Sinbad the cat was very happy to see us on our return, even giving the dogs a few sniffs to say high, but probably thought our trip was way too long and had way too much time away from the cat who was surely going to expire from lack of attention! (Sinbad did have several caretakers who spend several hours with her, so she was not completely deprived.)

I do feel so lucky to have the White Mountain NRA – the trail and cabin system is top notch, and is one of the highlights of life in Fairbanks.

Yay for winter!

Editors Note: This post was edited and all the wrong details were corrected by the super amazing and very superb Molly!

Good think you have me to fix all your mistakes!” – Molly

Packrafting Beaver Creek Again

Tuesday, June 8th, 2021

I love Beaver Creek! I try to do the classic Nome Creek to Summit trail float and hike once a year or so in some form. It is beautiful and the logistics are simple so it makes a great easy packrafting trip.

Four years ago our whole family packrafted (google says it should be spelled pack-rafting, but what does google know? 🙂 ) Beaver Creek, floating down to the Summit Trail and hiking out to the Wickersham Dome trailhead. It was a mixed bag – the twins had fun for sections, but Lizzy in particular hated the brush and didn’t enjoy the packrafting with two people in a boat that much. The weather was not ideal – we got hailed on several times during the float and rained on a fair bit. This year we ended up with a Memorial day weekend without commitments and so I started aggressively pushing to do something fun outside. Doing a repeat of the Beaver Creek came up, and Molly seemed excited about it once I pointed out they could be in their own boats, and that BLM had trimmed the dense (!!) brush in the first eight miles from the river. Lizzy was not excited about the hiking part because of all the brush in the trail, and “packrafting is dumb”. Her irritation about the brush is understandable as it was in her face when she hiked it four years ago, which is a lot worse than having it waist level like it is on me. Her disliking of packrafting is also sort of understandable, as the the only trip the twins have been on they didn’t get to control their own boats and were in double boats, so there wasn’t much to do besides bob around and be cold. Eventually a compromise was reached, and we decided Molly and I would float Beaver Creek, then Nancy and Lizzy would meet us half way on the hike out. My friends Tom and Amanda were going to join us.

Alas, as the trip came closer Tom hurt his back and the forecast was for unseasonably cold weather. Yikes! Tom’s back issues were abating but not well enough for the hike, but Molly was still up for it, and the weather was to go back to the normal sun by the time we were hiking so we charged ahead. Our friend Heath dropped us off at the put in were our car read 37f with a stiff breeze. Molly was in my boat with a white water skirt, and I was in an open double boat (alpacka calls them double ducks). After a bit of messing around we got inflated and were soon floating down the river.

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Much to my surprise Molly was quite warm sealed into the boat with a skirt. I was not though – my feet were very cold by the end of the day.

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The float down beaver creek was uneventful but fun. Molly seemed to pickup the packrafting basics quickly, and my worries of her flipping or getting into wood in Beaver Creeks class I (maybe II if one is very generous) whitewater didn’t come to pass. The twins have been doing an internship with the Alaska Songbird Institute helping monitor Tree Swallows, and have developed a keen interest in birds.

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There were lots and lots of birds to see. Bald eagles, a few other large birds of prey, tons of ducks and other waterfowl.

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lots of wolf tracks on the river..

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The brief bit of winter trail near the river looked great.. the other side was a different story though.

A few miles upstream of our take out in a straight line the river had cut off a long oxbow and was now taking a new channel, leaving a deep backwater pool were the river used to flow. Seeing the river evolve was pretty neat!

Beaver Creek 2021

Beaver Creek 2021

The “too much floating look”..

Our plans were to float most of the way to the takeout then camp on the river, but the float was faster than I expected, and in around eight hours we pulled into Borealis-LeFevre cabin just across from the take out. The place was a bit of a mess – very muddy, with TP and trash littering the grass around the cabin, but the warm of a woodstove was very appreciated. It took several hours for my feet to recover from the cold float.

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Beaver Creek 2021

Mystery drift wood..

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The previous visitors had left the new window open and the shutters unlatched, and as we arrived they were banging in the wind – I was bummed to see it left like that. BLM had just put a new opening window in this winter (I think? Maybe it was earlier..) and it still has a screen free of holes. An opening window with a screen without holes is quite a luxury in this cabins, but it is going to be a short-lived one if folks leave it open all summer. A bit of sweeping and picking up, the fire started, and the place was warm and cozy. In the morning we loaded up into the double boat, and with two trips we are across the river and hiking out.

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BLM had done a fantastic job clearing the trail. The dense brush of our last hike is gone, leaving a nice clear trail – yay!

Beaver Creek 2021

Beaver Creek 2021

Beaver Creek 2021


It was wonderful to see all the clearing that had been done – they really put a lot of effort into it! It has turned brushy hike were it is hard to follow the trail into a fun and pleasant easy to follow trail. As forecasted the weather warmed up, and Molly and I enjoyed a fantastic (but longer than I remembered) hike to meet up with Nancy, Lizzy, and the dogs.

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Molly’s snow field crossing technique..

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Along the way we found a small pool with magically delicious “mountain water” as Molly put it that she hoarded for the rest of the hike. A mile or so from our meetup point the brush came back and we had to smash though a brief but dense thicket – I expect the trail clearing crew ran out of time and didn’t clear the whole thing.


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The remaining brushy section..

The evening was spent reading books, playing games, petting the dogs, and searching for water, as alas the water catchment’s barrel had split open.

The next day we hiked out, with Lizzy setting a blazing pace.

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We had a question from a man in a kilt who upon seeing our paddles and life jackets asked about the trail up from the river, and was excited to be informed the brush was mostly trimmed out. Apparently we were not the only group put off by the thick brush. Lizzy I think ended up being sad she missed the float – I don’t think it entirely dawned on her how much difference having your own boat would have made fun wise. She and Nancy still had fun though, and the group of us arrived at the parking lot tired, muddy, and happy. I did have one freak out /breakdown as folks were getting in the car in regards to the mud free-ness (or lack there of) of their shoes – my apologies Nancy!


As a postscript, after checking with BLM to make sure it was ok, the following Friday I hauled in two new trash cans to function as rain barrels and a roll of hardware cloth to wrap around them to keep them from getting chewed up. Someone had put in a trash bag in the split barrel meanwhile and it was mostly holding water again. I swapped out the split trash can with a new one, stashed the extra, and hauled the broken one out. Hopefully it will several seasons.

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Happy summer everyone!

Moose Creek with the Family

Thursday, March 26th, 2020

With the COVID 19 outbreak, school closures, the White Mountains 100 canceled and social distancing looming Nancy and I discussed doing a last minute family cabin trip. The cabins do not see that much in the way of visitation, and hopefully would be safe from threat of COVID 19. After checking the reservation system for the White Mountains NRA, we noticed that Moose Creek cabin was open Monday night, and we quickly booked it planning to head out there via snow bike. It should be a mellow 16 mile bike ride one way.

The day before our trip I went for a 9 hour ride with some friends, and it was soft and a bit slow. When I got back I suggested we should consider skiing, but was poo-pooed. Hmm..

After a bit of work, we managed to get all four bikes, two dogs, and all our gear into (and on!) the truck, and headed off to the trail head. A bit of re-packing and bike juggling we were soon hitting the trail.. which was alas a bit soft.

A meltdown or too later, once everyone had tire pressures more appropriate to the conditions we made slow but steady progress towards the cabin.

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It was warm and sunny, but there was almost no traffic on the trail.

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At about 5 miles in I told the twins we had three hills to go. Which to my mind was correct, but set off a lot of argueing about what was a hill and what wasn’t. Apparently I missed lots of little hills in between those “three” hills, and Lizzy offered to make three little piles of snow to ride over so we could then “be there”. Much eye rolling ensued, for once with me doing the eye rolling. While heading up the final big hill to the cabin Molly told me “You can’t understand how tired I am!!”. Many snack breaks and five and half hours later we finally arrived at the cabin.

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Moose Creek was still warm from the last visitors, so we quickly had it nice and warm, and even had a pine marten frollicking downhill from the cabin.

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The evening was spent snuggling with the dogs..

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.. hanging out, eating, and reading. The current “reading aloud” book was by Arther Ransom , with one of the main characters had to be in quarantine while recovering from the mumps. Strangely pertinent to the current times, as we had been reading this book since a bit before the current virus crisis…

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The evening went by fast, and everyone hit the sack early – one of the advantages of family bike trips!

In the morning we headed out and enjoyed firmer trails on the way out.

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After a stop for ice cream bars at the local convenience store on the drive home, everyone agreed the trips was “ok”. 😀

I was quite impressed by the twins willingness to ride their bikes for nearly six hours on their first winter bike trip ever.

Stay healthy everyone!