I was told there are some really interesting areas of the Mendenhall Wetlands State Game Refuge on the North Douglas Island side. I don’t spend enough time exploring alongside the ocean. There are always so much to see in the intertidal zones.
Monday evening was the beginning of Juneau’s rainy season again, but I knew I couldn’t start a habit of avoiding the rain. I went out after a half day at work. None of my adventure buddies could join me because everyone is trying to be an adult, has a job or whatever. It was super gloomy and wet. I suited up in Xtratufs and full rain gear, but still got soaked.
I’m already seeing advertisements for ski and mountaineering gear. Soon I’ll have to actually schedule getting outside in order to make it happen during the daylight hours. Let’s start a coalition of people who don’t want to work but just go hang out outside.
According to the state game refuge sign by the road, there are three trails to access this area: Nine Mile Creek Road, Nine Mile Creek and apparently the North Douglas Boat Ramp. That reminds me: I saw a dude fly fishing peacefully, and a dude running his obnoxiously loud boat up and down the Gastineau Channel shooting birds. Nice one!
A few facts about the Mendenhall wetlands:
They are growing from waste materials left by three glaciers: the Mendenhall, the Thomas and the Lemon. These areas are slowly rising as they are alleviated of the immense weight of the melting glaciers, a process called isostatic rebound.
A section of a small landing strip that was built in the 1930s protrudes into the wetlands. The Juneau airport continues to spread into the surrounding area. The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers dredged a channel from Juneau to northern Stephens Passage in the 1950s, dumping the unearthed material into the wetlands. Egan Highway was constructed through the wetlands in the 1970s. Because of all this human activity, Juneauites advocated to protect the area and established the wetlands as a refuge in the late 1970s. Nice one, Juneauites
One of the passages of water I tried to cross on Monday held onto my foot. It felt like quick sand. The mud was kind of like Oobleck, that goop you made out of cornstarch when you were little. The harder I tried to get out, the more stuck I got. I realized it’s only when you move slowly that you can get out. As I was walking back around 6.30 p.m., the sun shone through and danced around a little with the clouds. It is starting to set really early. Not a fan.
My style of photography tends to be super wide angle, grand images with big bright colors. The wetlands, at least this time of year, are brown and soupy, so I decided to pay closer attention to the tiny things, the patterns and textures. For this adventure, I wanted to look at things at more of a micro level.
My Mendenhall Wetland facts came from here: http://www.adfg.alaska.gov/index.cfm?adfg=mendenhallwetlands.main
• California-born and Alaska-bred, Gabe Donohoe is an adventurer and photographer. He is a graduate of the University of Alaska Southeast Outdoors Studies Program. His photo archives can be seen on www.gabedonohoe.com. “Rainforest Photos” photo blog publishes every other Friday in the Empire’s Outdoors section.