Mosley Creek Day 3- The Flight
We awoke at 630 am to still air and no fresh snow. The weight of our plan was palatable in the air of the cabin. Nervous laughter chattered from room to room as battle gear was donned. Gore-tex dry suits with full-body fleece “union suits’, wool socks all that shit.
We met Mike at the Hanger and loaded our boats in the haul net.
photo by Johnnie Kern
Mike King and John Grace discussing the plan for the upcoming flight.
photo by Johnnie Kern
Packing last nights sleeping gear.
photo by Johnnie Kern
Final flight check.
photo by Johnnie Kern
The team ready for action.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
View from the ground.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
The crew headed to the coast for scout and potential drop off at Mosley Creek.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
The upper Mosley Creek; “as low as she gets”, says Grandma King.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
Approaching the gorge, snow on the banks.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
The mighty Mosley Creek.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
Pat Keller looking down on the large glacier dropping into the upper Mosley Creek. The huge chunk of blue was one of the most spectacular riverside ice flows any of us had ever seen, let alone paddled past.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
A bird’s eye view of a place that later turned ominous.
photo by Johnnie Kern
A concerned look for a concerning situation in a concerning location.
photo by Johnnie Kern
Mike King and Johnnie Kern discussing logistics in case something goes awry.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
Mike taking off headed back to the heli port to pick up our kayaks.
photo by Johnnie Kern
A long lonely and introspective wait. We were all wondering what we would have to do to convince the others we should get back in the bird and go home.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
Mike delivering our boats from the interior. Serious reality check.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
photo by Johnnie Kern
photo by Tommy Hilleke
The team headed into the depths of Mosley Creek. 36 degrees Fahrenheit, 6 inches of snow and about 900 CFS, perfect.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
We met Mike at the Hanger and loaded our boats in the haul net.
photo by Johnnie Kern
Mike King and John Grace discussing the plan for the upcoming flight.
photo by Johnnie Kern
Packing last nights sleeping gear.
photo by Johnnie Kern
Final flight check.
photo by Johnnie Kern
The team ready for action.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
View from the ground.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
The crew headed to the coast for scout and potential drop off at Mosley Creek.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
The upper Mosley Creek; “as low as she gets”, says Grandma King.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
Approaching the gorge, snow on the banks.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
The mighty Mosley Creek.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
Pat Keller looking down on the large glacier dropping into the upper Mosley Creek. The huge chunk of blue was one of the most spectacular riverside ice flows any of us had ever seen, let alone paddled past.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
A bird’s eye view of a place that later turned ominous.
photo by Johnnie Kern
A concerned look for a concerning situation in a concerning location.
photo by Johnnie Kern
Mike King and Johnnie Kern discussing logistics in case something goes awry.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
Mike taking off headed back to the heli port to pick up our kayaks.
photo by Johnnie Kern
A long lonely and introspective wait. We were all wondering what we would have to do to convince the others we should get back in the bird and go home.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
Mike delivering our boats from the interior. Serious reality check.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
photo by Johnnie Kern
photo by Tommy Hilleke
The team headed into the depths of Mosley Creek. 36 degrees Fahrenheit, 6 inches of snow and about 900 CFS, perfect.
photo by Tommy Hilleke
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