A few weeks ago, Sherry set out for a several day “camping” trip across Lake Clark to Dice Bay.  The Davis’ have a cabin over there, where they lived for a few years after they were married.  They offered it for us to use, and finally took the chance to use it.

I joined up with Sherry two days after she had been roughn’ it.  The cozy cabin is winterized, meaning no running water or electricity.  But with a roaring fire, it was perfect!  Even going across the lake felt like getting away, and it was a nice break to have some quiet time.  We did some hiking, reading, crafts and I have a whole new appreciation for life across the lake.  It’s a little bit more “Alaskan” than the bustling, big city of Port Alsworth.

 

 

Dice Bay has several homes, including Micah’s, the Cavnar’s Lodge which Jesse is currently care taking, and three other homes people periodically use during the summer.  The bay is directly across the lake from Port Alsworth.

 

 

We joined up with Micah and Jesse for an afternoon adventure.  Tramping through the spongey tundra, we hiked to a small, nearby lake.  The boys were in hot pursuit after some ducks…but they eluded us.

 

 

 

 

Through the colorful tundra and leftover snow, we dropped down on pebble beach.  It’s so refreshing to get a new view of Lake Clark.  I’m used to looking at the mountains behind Dice Bay.  This way is looking back toward Port Alsworth and down the lake.

 

 

Sharp shooter Sherry took a few rounds on the shotgun and then we all took turns with the .44 hangun.

 

After some hot coco and cookies, Micah and I rappelled down cliffs to the shore below.  It made me want to do more climbing! As we sat on top of the cliffs, several big Bald Eagles flew by, hovering in the wind that was quickly picking up.  It never gets old seeing those huge, beautiful birds.

 

 

 

 

The next morning, we did some exploring of our own and hiked up to the runway.  The sun is rising around 9 am, so it was easy to get an amazing view.  Another thing that is unique to being on that side of Lake Clark… Dice Bay sees sunrise, Port Alsworth sees the sun set.

 

 

That night, Jon came over with Turner and Lindley and we all took the skiffs down the lake for more exploration.  It was magic hour as the sun went down and the water was like glass.

 

We moored on a small island and claimed it as ours!  Bones Island, aptly named for the many salmon skeletons that littered the shore.

 

We ended the night with homemade pizza at Micah’s house.  Pizza never tasted so good!