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Finding Peace on a Ridge Top

Have you ever had a week where it seemed like the world was testing you for everything you really really wanted? That was my week last week. When Saturday came, it was time to escape and find some peace and refuge from the clamors of the world. 

With limited time left in Alaska, we set off on a new hike we've been wanting to do for quite some time: Angel Rocks to Chena Hot Springs. Because we weren't up for doing 17.4 miles in one day, we drove to Chena Hot Springs, rode our bikes 7 miles down to the trail head for Angel Rocks, and then hiked the 8.7 miles back to the hot springs. 

What a beautiful day it was! This was from the summit at mile 3.

 After we passed the summit, we were alone. I felt so much peace and calm while walking along the ridge top. I did not want to leave. It was 360 degrees of beauty and nature. No planes, no people, no roads, no buildings. Just the hills, clouds, birds, and sunshine. This was what my body needed.

It was a lovely afternoon as we finished up the hike with picking 2.375 pounds of sweet wild blueberries along the trail and a soak in the hot springs at the end. I love this beautiful country I call home.
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  1. Mis RisAugust 25, 2014 at 6:49 PM

    That hike looks so relaxing! How fun!

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    1. Jenessa AdamsAugust 26, 2014 at 8:10 PM

      It was in a way, but it was a long hike! My muscles felt the effects of it on Monday for sure. But, it was worth it.

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  2. NancyannSeptember 1, 2014 at 2:44 PM

    So beautiful! Glad you're making the time to experience as many of the Alaskan Adventures you have left on your list as you can before you leave!

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