Several years ago a couple of buddies and I made an epic paddling trip out of Valdez, Alaska. I thought Valdez was lovely, but one place that caught my eye as we made our way to that little town on the water…best known for where the Exxon/Valdez ran aground…was a little, well, NOT so little, place called Wrangell-St. Elias. Now, I’ll bet you if you ask most people what, let alone where, Wrangell-St. Elias is, you’d get a puzzled response. Wyoming? Montana?
Well, it turns out that Wrangell-St. Elias is in Alaska, the country’s largest sate, and keeping to that motif, it is also our country’s largest National Park. I’ll bet you thought that honor went to Yellowstone, didn’t you. Nope.
Well ,in this fine article from the Star Tribune, writer Chris Welsch takes us through the park via the McCarthy Road, a famous stretch of road that is really, says Welsch, just an old railroad bed with gravel sprinkled on it. Welsch heads to the town of Kennicott, once a bustling copper town, but now “a much quieter place” where visitors can hang out near the Root Glacier, a mile-wide river of ice streaming down from the mountains. It’s a fine piece of travel writing that takes a look at a place that most folks, as I say, have probably never heard of.