It took some effort to move on from Babine, but we still wanted to hit Alaska, so we headed toward the 37A, and veered off toward Hyder, Alaska, the southmost point to enter back into the states. Hyder is a small ghost town with not much of anything to speak of (I mean, we ended up crossing back across the border and had to go through customs again just to get dinner). Hollywood had run into a couple on trikes who were from Colorado and by pure chance, happened to have a mutual friend. They let us camp with them for the night, before we headed up to Salmon Glacier the next day.
The trail up to the top of the glacier was a wide and well maintained dirt road, so the 20 miles in and 20 miles out wasn’t terribly daunting. But the fog was thick, and despite all of our hopes, it never quite burned off, so there wasn’t much of a view. As we went back down the mountain, some of the clouds slowly started to dissipate, offering just a glimpse of the ice falls below, giving us a vague idea of what we were missing. I wish we could have seen it on a clear day, but I’d say it was still a beautiful ride and worth the trip.