Saturday, July 23, 2011

Alaska with Momma T, Part 2: Glacier and Wildlife Cruise

Day two in Seward with the mother-in-law was spent on a boat tour of the Kenai Fjords National Park. It was on this boat tour that I actually learned what a fjord is. Many years ago when there was much more ice in this area, enormous glaciers ran between mountain ranges. As they moved (yes glaciers move, some as much as three feet per day), they carved out huge crevasses in the mountains. The earth warmed and these monstrous glaciers melted back, and as that happened they are filled in with sea water. And that is what we call a fjord: a glacial out-carving filled in with ocean. 
Our boat trip was for nine hours, giving us all day to see amazing stuff. Like our last similar boat trip, the weather was overcast and a little rainy. One of the first things we saw was a sea otter floating out in the water. Now, the picture below is not the same otter we saw that day, but from another day when I snapped a photo of this guy eating a fish. The point is, we saw an otter, and here's a good picture of one.

Just after, we spotted these two regal eagles perched and watching for food. Really cool. Factoid: bald eagles were once seen as a nuisance by early Alaskans.
Bald eagles are endangered in every state save Alaska

This day was humpback whale day. We probably had two-dozen humpback sightings. And if you look closely (or click to enlarge), you see this whale jumping partly out of the water. This is called a breach.
Humpback breach
Here's a group of sea lions slapped up on some rocks. They're so funny to watch, because they spend the majority of their time either trying to mate or just bothering the one next to them.
Sea lion haul-out
Here's two glaciers we floated past. I believe they are both stemming from the Harding Ice Field from the previous post/day. Notice the one on the right has arced bands of dirt and rock in it. Some glaciers rub the side of mountains and knock rock and dirt off and onto the glacier. These are known as "dirty glaciers." There's something about the different bands in them being like the rings in a tree trunk, because they help scientist track the age and speed of the glacier, but I don't remember all the details.
Two tide-water glaciers
Behind us in the below picture is Northwestern Glacier. It's name doesn't come at all from its geographical location in relation to anything, but rather it was named after the school which has done lots of research on glaciers in this area, Northwestern University in Evanston, Illinois.
My sunburn from hiking is showing nicely here
Glacial calving is when pieces fall of. This glacier had a huge calving event while we watched. Not so much of a chunk breaking off and plummeting to the water, this even was more like a waterfall of snow and ice that lasted for over a minute. It's difficult to get a size proportion from this picture, but the point at which the ice is pouring is about 100 feet high. And the sound that it produced was dauntingly loud.
Glacial calving

Here's an awesome video of some glacial calving. Hopefully it will give some perspective. (I hope this works on everyone's computer. But I must warn, sometimes the videos are screwy.) 



As I said before, it was a humpback day. Above is a video of some humpbacks feeding. The end is especially nice.

Momma T and daughter in front of some pretty waterfalls we drove right up to. All three of them, pretty, pretty, pretty!
This picture gives you a sense of the weather conditions, and as well it shows that the scenery was still gorgeous.
General picture of Kenai Fjords National Park
It was another great boat trip into the Kenai Fjords. Afterwards we jumped in the truck and drove the 2.5 hours back to Anchorage, once again very tired.
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Other highlights on Momma T's visit to AK was a chance to see her cousin Kenny  who lives in Anchorage.
Momma T and Kenny
We snapped this picture of a momma moose and her calf one night on the way back from dinner at Heather's and my favorite restaurant.
Moose family
Lastly, before she left for the airport, Tzena had to have some lovin' time with her two grand-dogs. If you don't know, Tzena is Dakota's most favoritest person in the whole world. When Tzena first got here and we took Dakota to see her outside, Dakota melted. She ran to her whimpering and wagging, and layed down belly up on the grass trying to absorb as much loving and Momma T as dogily possible. She loves her Ana (pronounced (on-uh, which is Eskimo for grandmother).

Alaska with Momma T, Part 1: Train, Hiking, Glaciers, on my!

*Note: click on any picture to enlarge

Last month my mother-in-law came to visit. By no means was this her first trip to the last frontier; however, this was the first time her agenda was simply vacation, relaxation and pleasure purposes. Her other five or so trips have all been with church mission trips. 
Momma T, on the train, awake for now
Tzena (pronounced Zane-uh) visiting makes our second visit from ole NC, after my parents came up in March for a few days of skiing. Somehow though, there was no blogged record of the visit (sorry mom and dad).
Front of train passing in front of a glacier. Taken from rear car
After fighting with missed flights, poor airline customer service and sleeping over night on a Detroit airport bench, she made it to Alaska...exhausted. But sleep was not on the agenda. The next morning Heather and her mom boarded the Alaska Railroad at 6:30am en route to Seward, AK.
Reflection on 26-mile long Kenai Lake
They rode the train standby (didn't by tix before hand) and ended up riding in a train car with only two other people. They were told that the tour guide commentary/narration would not, however, come through in their car. But it did. The result, Heather, Tzena and two others got a private car to themselves to run around on and get the best pictures possible. Fun.
This glacier can only be seen by hiking in or riding the train
While they were riding on the smooth chugging along train, I was busy running early morning errands in Anchorage (i.e. DMV). Afterwards, I jumped in Jayne and tore down the road toward Seward to meet them at the train station. This way, we would have a car in Seward for the two days we were there, and we could drive back, saving time and money.
Perfect reflection, more of Kenai Lake
Posing in front of their private car
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From the train station we made our way to Exit Glacier (see earlier post) to do some hiking. Exit Glacier runs down between two mountains coming from a massive expanse of ice settled like an enormous frozen lake within a range of mountains. The Harding Ice Field itself (elevation ~3,500 ft) is over 600 square miles in size, with dozens of glaciers proceeding from it. Include these glaciers in the size and this piece of ice is just over 900 square miles!
When you go to Exit Glacier, there is a short 1 mile trial that brings you to the edge or bottom of the glacier. It is quite a sight to see. There is also a longer 4 mile trail that brings you up the mountain parallel the glacier to the edge of the Harding Ice Field. And this was my goal: to look out across the field and feel small.
Thin plank "bridge" across a river
The plan was for all three of us to hike the beginning, but then Heather and her mom were going to turn around, descend and go enjoy Seward while I continued upward.
Rest break on a cliff
The trail was beautiful. Rivers, cliffs, sweat, vegetation, sunshine, dirt, views and lots of other people to keep away bears (or get eaten instead of me) made the lower trek awesome.
Came across a mtn goat and baby in front of the glacier. Picturesque!
After departing Heather and Tzena, I got to the top of the cliffs portion of the climb, encountered snow (mid-June mind you) and took in the view.
Upper Exit Glacier from top of cliffs, 2.1 miles traveled
The latter two miles of the hike was almost all through snow, a foot or more deep. There's something that kind of messes with you when you're walking through deep snow, in June, wearing shorts, feeling hot, and getting sun burned.
Looking down Exit Glacier into valley
Finally getting the edge of the ice field, the view was amazing! Pictures don't due it justice, but the small bumps you seen in the background are the peaks of other mountains barely above the ice. Word had it that a bear was spotted the day before out on the ice.
Harding Ice Field. Ice as far as my eyes could see.
Because of the sunny-ness and the reflecting off the snow and all, when I got indoors and settled, I had a sunburn worth mentioning. When I took off my shirt, because my arms and face were so red, it looked kind of like I was still wearing a shirt (one with chest hair). Luckily, the burn looked far worse than it was.

This hike was so much fun, I'd do it again in a heart beat. And after a 7-hour round trip, at the end of this day, I was just that...beat.

Friday, July 8, 2011

Unclean, by Richard Beck

So, I have two options. 1) I can say I have taken a sabatical on reading lately, hence you haven't seen any book reviews on the blog for a while. Or, 2) I can say I started reading this book two months ago, didn't put much time into it, and only just now finished. Take your pick.

Which ever you choose, I have just finished reading Unclean: Meditations on Purity, Hospitality, and Mortality, by Richard Beck.

Beck is an experimental psychologist and professor of psychology at Abilene Christian University in Texas. I was first introduced by, I think, my sister who pointed me toward his blog. You can peruse his award winning blog titled Experimental Theology, by clicking here.

His first book, Unclean is written to and for the church as an admonition to become aware of and careful when dealing with disgust psychology. Disgust psychology is that innate part of us that feels revulsion toward any kind of waste, dirty food, people, actions, etc that grosses us out. Our natural disgust reaction serves to protect our human bodies from foreign and unclean substances.

For a quick example of the disgust reaction, consider this quick anecdote from the book. Imagine you take a clean paper cup from a pack of new ones and spit into it. Now, imagine drinking that spit. The sensation your probably feeling right now is called disgust. It's an uncontrollable psychological response.

(Notably, my dogs don't seem to have a disgust response as I have witnessed each of them ingest and digest...poop.)

Dr. Beck is certainly not the first to write about disgust psychology; however, he is aiming his conclusions toward the church and pointing out how disgust psychology affects where the church draws moral boundaries as well as the church's level of hospitality or lack thereof.

Honestly, because I read this book so slowly over two months, I'd be silly to try and summarize it. But, I'll do my best to say something worth while about it. The main theme I noticed in the book is how disgust, when applied to the church, tends to draw tension between remaining pure and remaining hospitable. A classic illustration is the parable of the Good Samaritan. A man was robbed and beaten, thrown into a ditch, dirty. Two religious leaders walk past the man keeping their distance so as not to be contaminated and made unclean. A third man, the Samaritan, helps the man offering him hospitality.

Let's pretend that the religious leaders who walked past actually wanted to help the man, but they couldn't for fear of being made unclean. Or, let's pretend that the Samaritan, while he helped him, was grossed out by the stench of the beaten man. The tension here is between hospitality and purity.

In today's society, imagine a person wants to help the poor by volunteering at a community soup kitchen. After volunteering only one time, the person never returns, because it was just so dirty and unpleasant in the homeless shelter. There's something antithetical between purity and hospitality. Or put another way, purity tends to draw lines of exclusion while hospitality draws lines of inclusion. This dynamic is very easy to see when looking at ancient Israel and examining their many purity laws. It's a little less clear in our society, yet it's alive and well.

In his book, Beck, provides a clear academic treatise of disgust psychology, and then addresses the church looking for places where the tension between purity and hospitality is off balance. His main conclusion, though a little tough to get in only reading this blog post, is that the ritual of the Eucharist (communion) can help to keep this tension in check. The Eucharist is a ritual that promotes what Miroslav Volf calls "the will to embrace," (hospitality) while at the same time engaging the disgust domains causing a natural reaction toward "the will to purity." The Eucharist stimulates disgust psychology in at least three ways, 1) it involves oral incorporation, which automatically triggers an examination for cleanliness; 2) it activates purity psychology as it echoes the Day of Atonement from ancient Israel; and, 3) it engages our animal nature when believers are encouraged to eat and drink the body and blood of Jesus.

In short, the Eucharist is pulling us in the direction of purity, because it activates our disgust reactions, and at the same time it is pulling us in the direction of hospitality because it is a gathering call for Christians to come together and welcome all others in.

As far as the writing goes, it is written like you'd expect a psychology professor to write. It's academic but accessible. Beck seems to be doing his best to strike a balance between writing for the academy and writing for the laity. I suppose he does a fine job. The writing is clear and concise, but not particularly captivating (after all, it did take me two months to read).

I would recommend this book to the pastor who has extra time on his hands. It has some good material for sermons regarding purity, ritual, psychological process and acceptance, especially in regards to Matthew 9 when Jesus states what seems to be the crux of Beck's thesis, "I desire mercy not sacrifice" (read hospitality not purity). 

Hiking and Biking with John and Joy

Meet John and Joy McCall. John is Heather's boss, and likely of the person most directly responsible for enabling our move to Alaska. Heather loves working for John saying he's a great boss who always has her back. John and I get along because of our mutual love for food. Joy is a native Alaskan (not to be confused with Alaska Native) who knows all about her home land and is the first person we consult with questions about what to do for fun in AK. 


When we first rolled into Anchorage, John and Joy invited us to stay at their house for several days while we searched for an apartment. Sweet, sweet, sweet people, they are. Recently, over two different weekends we went out with them and their family. 

Stopped at this river on they way to Hatcher's Pass

This first group of pictures is from hiking around Hatcher's Pass outside of Palmer, AK.

Mountain man
We were hiking above the tree line, so you could see for miles.

Where we stopped for lunch
The McCall's have two teenagers, Sam and Grace, and a dog named Sparrow. Also, a friend of theirs came along who has two dogs. Add in Heather and I and our two mutts, our party contained 7 people and 5 dogs. Lots of craziness, lots of fun!

Waterfall on side of a mountain



Our family portrait. Maybe a christmas card?!...
Believe it or not, it was like 60 degrees this day. Something about wearing shorts and walking by snow messes with you a bit. Lola of course, LOVED the snow!


Another sighting of She-Heather
The puptons are good little hikers. Off leash almost the whole time, they just hung near the group. But they were completely exhausted that night. After we got home, they went to bed and we didn't hear a peep from them till the next morning. It was hilarious. 

Bubbies takin' in the sights from half way up a mountain
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Another weekend, we went bike riding with John, Joy and their son, Sam. We rode from a place called Bird Creek to Girdwood, AK and back. Otherwise known as Bird to Gird. Round trip was about 20 miles. The ride took us about 6 hours; however, we took a while eating dinner in Girdwood and stopping to take in the sights.

Heather's break by a waterfall
The views along the trail are amazing.

From a place called Bird Point
Heather's boss, his son and some scenery
This was our second big bike ride, and this time our butts were a little more prepared (plus we bought some of those gel pad seat covers for the bikes). We didn't get done till about 10:30pm that night.



Probably the best picture I took all day taken at about 10pm