A Tale of Two Eras

The Jane Austen Society of North America (JASNA) is the largest literary group devoted to Jane Austen in the world with over 5,000 members. You didn’t know Janeites are nearly as common as Beliebers did you? Over 850 of those Janeites assembled in Williamsburg, Virginia, this year for JASNA’s sold-out annual meeting. We were among them. Jane Austen history and colonial history? That was an easy sell.

Colonial Williamsburg, for those not familiar with it, is a living-history museum. It covers over 300 acres and includes more than 88 original 18th-century structures along with hundreds of replicas. There, craftspeople practice trades like brickmaking, blacksmithing, gunsmithing, tailoring, and wigmaking- working history to life. If that sounds like a lot to experience in a week or even a month, you are quite perceptive.

Christiana Campbell's Tavern
The taverns in Williamsburg add a delectable element to history. This particular one was George Washington’s favorite.

Williamsburg was a bit overwhelming in other ways. We left Salt Lake City at 56 degrees and arrived in Williamsburg at 96 degrees, a record high for October. Even July typically isn’t that hot in Williamsburg. Standard complaints aside, beyond the stifling plane ride we took from Atlanta to Norfolk, I didn’t think the heat was that bad. The next day’s 92 degrees and nearly 100% humidity also felt less than horrible. Our palms got sweaty instantly whenever we walked outside, but that was the only indication of the sticky temperatures bombarding us. After visiting Las Vegas in the middle of summer and Los Angeles during a 117-degree heatwave, Virginia’s steamy tantrum didn’t impress.

Capitol
The Capitol held Virginia’s House of Burgesses from 1705 to 1779 and burned down twice.

Between JASNA activities and Colonial Williamsburg sights, our days were packed. Splitting our time between the two was a little tricky. The first day, we learned some new steps at an English country dance class and then ate dinner at Josiah Chowning’s Tavern. Next, we visited with President Thomas Jefferson for an hour and went on a Lantern Trade Tour to see the shops of printers, bookbinders, silversmiths, and milliners. Just typing that long stream of happenings makes me tired.

forging history
Like the other tradespeople in Colonial Williamsburg, the blacksmiths are real artisans not props.

The subsequent day started with a series of JASNA presentations. We attended a keynote lecture featuring Jocelyn Harris and learned about The Gothic Key to Northanger Abbey. Fascinating, right? We ate dinner at Christiana Campbell’s Tavern with a group of our vintage friends to the accompaniment of a Baroque guitar. Later that evening, we made it to a glass armonica concert featuring Dean Shostak. Dean Shostak is one of only five people in the world that know how to play the glass armonica. Never heard of the glass armonica? Benjamin Franklin invented it in 1761 out of a bunch of glass bowls. It became so popular composers like Mozart wrote pieces specifically for it. Eventually, it fell out of favor in the first decades of the 1800s, which may be why you have no idea what I’m talking about. We followed all of this with Cry Witch, a reenactment of a witch trial that took place in Virginia in the early 1700s. We got to vote on the verdict, and I chose guilty. After all, a bad dream seems like perfectly sound evidence of witchcraft.

a desirable deviation
Most of the JASNA attendees were women over the age of 50. Jason was an alluring outlier.

Our third day, we wandered around Colonial Williamsburg, attended a few lectures, and danced for hours at a ball. You know, the same thing everyone does on Wednesdays.

After listening to one more lecture on Jane Austen and the Reformation the next morning, we headed back into Colonial Williamsburg to get a tour of the Capitol, Governor’s Palace, Raleigh Tavern, and numerous other structures. We ate dinner at the King’s Arms Tavern by candlelight. It was quite tasty. As I always say, the best kind of history is the sort you can eat.

fiery escorts
Hundreds of JASNA attendees promenaded around Colonial Williamsburg led by two torchbearers.

We finished off the evening with a ghost tour that retold some not-so-fact-based spectral legends like Lady Skipwith, Lucy Ludwell, and the hauntings at the Peyton Randolph House. However, we discovered one tale regarding George Wythe to be mostly true after a little post-tour research. George Wythe, signer of the Declaration of Independence and mentor to Thomas Jefferson, was probably poisoned by a nephew hoping to quicken his inheritance, though that was never irrefutably proven. I guess some tall tales are surprisingly short. The ghost tour was mostly lighthearted and fun with crackling leaves and a fall breeze adding their ambiance embellishments. Those additions made the outing feel like a scene from Hocus Pocus.

Governor's Palace
The Governor’s Palace is a recreation of a building used by both royal and post-colonial governors, including Thomas Jefferson.

Our last day in Virginia, we thought about going to Yorktown or Jamestown but reconsidered since there was still much we hadn’t seen in Williamsburg. At the Courthouse, we attended a mock court case. We returned to the Peyton Randolph House for a tour, which was only marginally eerie during the day. We visited the Magazine, George Wythe House, and Wetherburn’s Tavern. And no, we didn’t encounter any irritated orbs complaining about arsenic off-notes in the strawberries at the George Wythe House.

blasts from the past
Cannons like these were used in the Revolutionary War.

Out of all of those activities and sights, which were our favorites? While all were enthralling, we especially enjoyed Cry Witch, the JASNA ball, and our tavern meals. Need I repeat myself about the best sort of history being the kind you can eat?

taking Regency on the road
Filling your suitcase with Regency attire takes commitment and Tetris skills.

Williamsburg and JASNA were a perfect combination, except for the too-much-to-see-and-do part. My advice to those visiting Williamsburg? Wear comfortable shoes, focus on a few highlights at a time, slow down to eat some seafood at George’s favorite joint, and get a little nerdy with the history geeks.

Salty from Dusk to Dawn

You’ve always wanted to run all night, right? How about running all night on a shell of salt up to five feet thick? I bet you’ve always wanted to do that too. Jason and I signed up for the Dusk to Dawn Relay, a race that literally goes from dusk to dawn on the Bonneville Salt Flats, and convinced six friends to get salty with us. I’m so glad we did.

Earth?
The Salt Flats don’t look like they belong on planet Earth.

The Bonneville Salt Flats are 30,000 acres west of the Great Salt Lake covered in densely packed salt. The race was held on the Bonneville Speedway, a section of the Bonneville Salt Flats so level and hard that it has been used to set land speed records since 1935. We totally broke a few that night. (Obviously, I am kidding.)

The Salty Sprinters
Thanks Stacey Marble for this fun picture of The Salty Sprinters.

The race commenced at 8:11 PM and ended at 7:01 AM. Over almost 11 hours, our eight-person team did 35 laps on a 1.71-mile loop and finished in third place. Not too bad for a group in it to… just run around a bunch and have a good time.

Ready, set, sunset!
The race started promptly at sunset.

In addition to chatting with teammates and running loops, scheduled activities provided steady entertainment. One of my favorites was viewing Saturn and Jupiter through telescopes provided by the UVU Astronomy Club while eating Milky Way candy bars. Pretty cosmic!

the creepy-crawlies of the crust
Although we were in a salted wasteland, grasshoppers, dragonflies, and green beetles miraculously seemed at home.

We divided our running slots in the middle of the night so everyone could take a nap. At least, that was the theory. Jason and I accepted the time period no one wanted between 2:00 and 3:30 AM. We had one hour and 40 minutes to snooze before our turn, but we were unsuccessful in falling asleep.

real magic
This is not Photoshop magic but nature magic.

Although we had the worst slot for resting, it was the best in other ways. From 2:00-4:00, the race organizers turned out all their lights. So, Jason and I got to dash under a sky swirling with sparkling specks unveiled by the new moon and our remote location. It was one of the best celestial spectacles I have ever seen.

a lively atmosphere
The sunset was pretty, but the sunrise was magnificent.

The stars were a shimmering net cast over us, but the sunrise might have been even more beautiful. The heavens seemed to curve around us as bottomless blue turned into brilliant orange. I felt like I was inside a snow globe filled with hovering clouds that would be shaken back into the stratosphere by some unseen hand at any moment.

salted and speedy
Jason averaged 13 minutes per loop making him our fastest runner.

And the running? The course was flat (yup… Salt Flats), but the crunchy grooves and sticky brine represented a different kind of challenge. Plus, the sparkling firmaments kept us looking up instead of at where we were treading. I did five loops and Jason did seven. In total, I completed just over 8.5 miles and Jason 12. Why so many for Jason? He was definitely a victim of his own hustle. Jason was nominated to start the race and do the last loop when there were only 15 minutes left on the clock.

And the weather? The temperatures were nice, though a little chilly between about 5:00 and 7:00 AM. The wind was manageable even when it picked up for a few hours in the middle of the night. Salt would have gotten everywhere without that, but it certainly helped spread the saline. Yes, salt even got there.

Go Salty!
Our team consisted of avid and lukewarm runners.

Jason and I thought we would be okay to drive home after the race without taking a nap. We were wrong. About an hour or so from home, we both suddenly realized we had only minutes until sleeping wouldn’t be optional. We had to pull into a rest stop for a quick 20-minute snooze.

The Dusk to Dawn Relay was a memorable, fun, and unexpectedly stunning event. We felt like jerky cured in salt the next day. But man, what an experience! If you get the opportunity to run Dusk to Dawn, I’d go for it.

The Last Frontier at Last Part III: Seward

Driving from Denali to Seward would have been a lengthy task under the best conditions. For us, this drive was extended substantially by the McKinley Fire, which was burning on both sides of the Parks Highway for a 20-mile stretch, and road damage caused by floods. The fire had produced four-hour delays the previous day, but fortunately, we only had to halt about 45 minutes while waiting for a pilot car to take our direction of traffic through the smolder.

advancing through McKinley
The McKinley Fire burned over 50 homes and 3,000 acres of land. Traveling through it was a weird experience.

Despite the unwanted stops, there were still a couple stops we wanted to make. We paused at Beluga Point on the Turnagain Arm to sing “Baby Beluga” and at Alyeska Resort to take the tram to the top of Mt. Alyeska. Smoke made viewing the seven glaciers that surround Mt. Alyeska’s summit less than ideal but still possible. Past Alyeska, we hit delays again, this time because of flooding. We didn’t arrive in Seward until right before midnight. Why didn’t we just take an alternate path? The thing about Alaska is that there usually isn’t an alternate route. In fact, many locations can’t be accessed by road at all and require a boat or plane to reach. We planned our destinations for this trip based on vehicular accessibility. Expecting multiple ways to arrive at any of those destinations would have been greedy.

Beluga Point
Beluga Point is named after the beluga whales that frequent Turnagain Arm’s waters.
Mt. Alyeska
Alyeska Resort averages 669″ of snowfall each year.

Our first day in Seward, we went on a six-hour boat cruise through Kenai Fjords National Park. This cruise was rather cold thanks to a constant wind. I combated that by wearing a short-sleeved shirt, long-sleeved shirt, two coats, a neck gaiter, and gloves; all those layers kept the temperatures tolerably pleasant. And our issues with smoke and blazes weren’t over. Due to Alaska’s unusually dry summer, even its temperate rainforest was in flames. The Swan Lake Fire, which had already burned about 150,000 acres on the Kenai Peninsula, was flaring up due to high winds. The resulting smog made the cliffs and headlands of Resurrection Bay nothing more than dark, jagged giants as our cruise began. That haziness decreased as the day progressed but never completely dissipated.

fjords in fog
Shrouded in smoke, the fjords of Resurrection Bay looked even more ethereal.
tufted puffins
Tufted puffins have wings built for diving and swimming underwater. They are awkward when airborne.

Despite the murk, the cruise was a beautiful experience filled with vulnerable aquatic life and nature’s dramatic sculpting. We saw a bald eagle, black-legged kittiwakes, tufted puffins, horned puffins, common murres, sea otters, Stellar sea lions, and double-crested cormorants. Out of the birds, the puffins were my favorite. They flapped their wings like crazy to stay in the air. Apparently, puffins can complete up to 400 beats per minute to keep their heavy bones airborne. Those bones are reinforced to save the birds from becoming leaky sacks when they dive up to 300 feet into water. Puffins aren’t endangered, but thanks to humans their numbers are dwindling.

to scale a sheet
That’s a big boat, which means that’s a really big piece of ice.
Aialik Glacier
Aialik Glacier is a tidewater glacier. It flows directly to the ocean rather dramatically.

Aialik Glacier was our U-turn point. This glacier is one mile wide and has cliffs 300 feet high where it meets Aialik Bay rather abruptly. Although fairly stable, it calves frequently. We witnessed some of this calving; the rumbling crackles and crashing ice were unforgettable.

Aialik's crannies and outcroppings
The crevices and flanges of Aialik Glacier extend 300 feet where it meets the bay.

Our last day in Alaska, we went to Alaska SeaLife Center as our first outing. The Alaska SeaLife Center is part museum and part aquarium. It features creatures found in Alaska’s voluminous waters. My favorite area was the seabird habitat where we watched puffins dive deep into the tank for delicious herring snacks.

sea otters
Otters are easily my favorite animals, so I was thrilled when we encountered a raft of sea otters.
the Chiswell Islands
The Chiswell Islands are inhabited by millions of birds and marine mammals but not humans.

After the SeaLife Center, we took the two-mile hike to the face of Exit Glacier or where the face of Exit Glacier used to be. Exit Glacier, until recently, was one of the most accessible glaciers in Alaska. You could walk up to it and touch it. However, thanks to global warming, Exit Glacier’s melt rate has accelerated dramatically in the last decades. Now, almost 300 feet are dissolving each year. The park service can’t keep up with trail extensions. Although Exit was less of a hands-on experience and more of a striking reminder of the stupidity of our species, our hike was satisfying and the glacier’s katabatic wind a bracing memento of its lingering power.

Grotto Island
Stellar sea lions use Grotto Island to form breeding colonies and to rest. They are the largest species of sea lion, weighing up to 2,000 pounds.
Exit Glacier
About 10% of the Earth is covered by glaciers. The amount covered by Exit Glacier is shrinking.
Exit's copious crystals
One crystal in a glacier can expand to the size of a baseball. Exit’s crystals are definitely hefty.

That was our trip, a spectacular and smoky tramp through distinct landscapes. When we opened our suitcases upon reaching home, the campfire odor was overpowering. Alaska is a worthy destination for oh… at least a dozen vacations. It’s size and diversity mean endless options for mind-blowing adventures.

smoky Seward
Our first day in Seward, the sky was a murky fog due to the Swan Lake Fire.
revealed crests
Our second day in Seward, the nearby mountains became visible.
Seward without the smoke
By the day we left Seward, the smoke had largely lifted.

Admittedly, this excursion reminded me that I have little patience for tourists that are inconsiderate. You know, the ones that crowd out other people on tours to try to get more than their share of too-many pictures or the ones that won’t stop talking loudly when a ranger tells everyone to be quiet so the fracturing of a glacier can be heard. Yeah, I have no tolerance for that brand of thoughtlessness. If you too find selfish sightseer syndrome immensely irritating, Alaska’s most popular destinations in the peak of the tourist season may not be for you.