And we didn’t have to go to Alaska to find it. Crazy, right? My sister and cousin came to visit for my birthday so I did some research on good not-too-intense hikes in the area. Apparently, August is the best time of year to go to the ice caves, so off we went. The caves form from all the water running underneath the snowpack as it melts from the top of the mountain. It’s definitely weird to be in 70-degree sunshine, picking your way through packed ice and cooling off in front of an ice cave. I think I’ll have to come back in the winter and reenact scenes from Frozen.
The view from the other side: