There were no fireworks – just the explosion of sunray through wind-whipped clouds.
There were no parades – just a black lab, a chocolate lab, a boy shouldering tent and fishing pole, and a girl in an orange backpack reveling in the dazzle of mountain, stream, tree, and sky.
There were no barbecues – just consumption of the best freeze-dried meal ever rehydrated by tired, hungry and happy explorers.
There was freedom.
There were rushing rivers and pristine lakes. There was fishing and chasing dogs through snow. There was mountain air.
There was man, trail, and nowhere in particular to go. There was girl enjoying God in all His glory.
Carter Lake sits about two miles in on the Crescent Lake trail.
Crossing an ice-cold Alaskan creek: refreshing!
Snowball fight!
Making snow angels on the Fourth of July.
Alaskan view.
Crescent Lake in the Chugach National Forest north of Seward, Alaska.
Yeah, that's freeze dried ice cream. It was actually pretty good, especially after a busy day.
The view from our tent the second night on the trail.
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