For our big
vacation this year, we decided to stick a little closer to home since we’re
both still recovering financially from our Iceland trip last year. Neither of
us had ever been to Cordova, so that’s where we decided to go! My sister agreed
to babysit the kittens for us, so we packed up our rented RV and hit the road
to Whittier to catch the ferry.


The ferry
ride was quite the experience: they pack those vehicles in there tighter than
sardines! Bryan was super nervous about getting our big rig out of it, since it
was not a straight drive thru. We had to drive in from the back of the ferry,
then had to take a 90-degree turn to the right to exit the side. Our RV was not
a large one, just 25 feet, but even that had a hard time making that turn. But,
6 hours later, we arrived in Cordova!
The campground
where we reserved a spot was a nice one, with a shower/bathroom house, power
hook-ups, and even a communal fire ring. We set up camp and were quite
comfortable. My brother loaned us his big pop-up tent and a small generator,
and Bryan had tables, chairs, camp stoves, and all of that. The camper came
equipped with a lot of that as well, so we had more than enough.
Each morning,
we would walk into town for a cup of coffee, about a mile and a half each way.
There were basically two coffee shops to choose from, so we alternated back and
forth between them.
From there we’d
walk the docks for a while, inspecting all the boats and watching people gear
up for their day of fishing. Cordova is definitely a fishing town (commercial,
not recreational) – I think there are more boats than there are houses!
The breakwater
that protects the harbor from the ocean had a nice little walkway on it,
complete with a few benches and some informational signs. It was a short walk,
but we did get to see lots of birds & otters, and of course more boats.
The town of
Cordova is small but really nice. Bryan found himself a bar to sit and have a
drink now and then – their sign outside the building is up-side down! Not sure
if that was intentional or not – but I’m sure there’s a story behind that.
After walking
through town each morning, we would head back to our camper for lunch and then
pick a direction and drive out that way, to see what we could see. Sometimes we’d
go hiking, sometimes we’d go fishing, sometimes we’d just enjoy the views.
The Eyak
River Trail was a surprise; I did not know it would be that beautiful out
there. Lush and green and just breathtaking. The trail was easy enough to walk
on, with minimal trip-hazards and only a very slight elevation gain. We hiked
in for about an hour and then turned around and headed back to the camper.
The longest
drive we took was about 15 miles out to the Sheridan Lake Trail that leads you
a short distance out to the Sheridan Glacier. We almost didn’t go: not only was
that a gravel road (really hard on RVs) but once we got there it looked like
the trail had been washed away. Thankfully, a kind hiker showed us how to get
around the washout so we could continue our walk. The glacier was beautiful.
The Heney
Ridge Trail was definitely a bit more challenging but oh so worth it! Again, we
could have gone a lot farther than we did, but we turned around after an hour. Lots
of elevation gain to this one but the trail was a good one with steps and/or
boardwalks where needed.
The Fishing
turned out to be really good this year. We had apparently timed our vacation
perfectly so Bryan got to catch 5 fish over 2 days of fishing. One of them was
the biggest silver he had ever seen, so he was a happy little boy! In fact, he’s
now thinking that next year he’ll pack up his truck and head across the bay for
a weekend a few times to fish the rivers some more.
We saw a lot
of wildlife: mostly otters and harbor seals, along with millions of seabirds.
But we also saw a bear – I just didn’t get a picture of it. Sorry.