After the helicopter portage, we had a full afternoon of rafting the through the Noisy Range of wild, misty mountains. I sat with Angie and we talked most of the afternoon. Behind was the Icefield Range, its glaciers illuminated with afternoon light. Far ahead was the Fairweather Range, also illuminated.
And then we arrived at the best camp yet, at the confluence of the Tatshenshini and Alsek Rivers. (We rafted the Tatshenshini and lower Alsek 18 years ago when our boys were 12 and 13, and then again four years ago with Angie, my sister Martha, brother-in-law Kriss and nephew Austin.) It was sunny and breezy for the first time in days, and we could clean up and do a bit of laundry in the clear water of the lagoon, dry out our wet things, and just enjoy the splendid view.
It was steak night, with beer-butter potatoes and dilled carrots. We played a game of travel Scrabble. Everyone was tired after our full day, but I could hardly stand to go into the tent because the mountains in the evening sunlight were so hauntingly beautiful.