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Angel Rocks Hike: Enjoying the Autum Colors of Alaska

Angel Rocks. I love my new camera!!


Hello everyone! I have been slacking and not sharing all the fun adventures I have been having these past couple of weeks. Oh it has been busy! Summer is over and I am enjoying *cough cough* the rainy days and cooler temperatures.  On Saturday we hiked Angel Rocks for the second time since living here in Alaska.  It is a great hike to do on a "rest day" because it is only about 3.5 miles, yet you get a good workout from the uphill portions (my knee was bugging me again, so I decided to rest from a day of running and wait until Monday to run again). 

Yay fall colors!

When we got to the top, I looked out at the never-ending view of red, yellow, and brown mountains. I told Marshall that the reason he brought me on the hike was so that I could fall in love with the view and remember it in the winter when I am freezing cold and wonder why we live in such a place. hehe. But Fairbanks is really far from a barren wasteland. It's absolutely magnificent. 



During the hike we picked lots of cranberries, both low- and high-bush varieties.  What other place has so much wildlife and natural beauty? Marshall and I love living here.

 We found some late blueberries too! Most of them were old, but some were so sweet!


 I am no photographer, but I love having a new camera that can take good pictures!

 My awesome husband showing off the beginnings of our
load of cranberries


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  1. NancyannSeptember 9, 2013 at 12:08 AM

    Your pictures are GORGEOUS!

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  2. Mis RisSeptember 9, 2013 at 11:11 AM

    You guys are so fantastic! If I were you, Id frame that picture of Alaskan landscape. So beautiful. I just watched man woman wild this morning, and seeing that you had picked wild berries made me think you two would do pretty well if, heaven forbid, you got lost in the wilderness.

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