...You can never throw enough rocks, or build enough dams....
It was approaching dinner time when we arrived at the glacier so we enjoyed the short hike, or in Grayson's case ride, to the outwash basin of the glacier. The outwash had carved a different path than our last trip just a few weeks ago. The walk was plagued by some type of little annoying fly, it looked like a fruit fly on steroids. Then again, everything is bigger in Alaska. (Sorry Texas)
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