The Perseverance Trail, a fitting name if there ever was one, was the first road in Alaska. The fittingness derives from the perseverance of the miners who fought cold winters and dug more than 120 miles of tunnels in the hardrock gold mines up and down the length of the trail.
Oddly, given its name, it is relatively flat over the 3 miles from the trailhead to the Silverbow Basin, the recommended goal accepted by Les Flâneurs from the local proprietor of Caribou Crossings. Her other key recommendation? Take a taxi to the trailhead, which was good advice indeed and shaved a good 1,000 feet of vertical off of the hike.
The experience took us to the source of our namesake Silverbowl Inn, and also inspired a multilevel metaphor in which Les Flâneurs find great delight. On the first level, we had to persevere during the final 3/4 of a mile to the basin over snowpack. Here we are standing in front of a trail marker that is about 4 feet tall.
We also persevered to capture this face on shot of a friendly porkypine we met along the way.
This required a small off-piste experience.
Which lead to the discovery of two small insulators from an electrical line strung during the early 1900s, which we have kept as souvenirs of the adventure.
Lest you fear that Les Flâneurs have absconded with some precious archaeological artifacts, we were able to confirm that this was not the case. We ran into the park curator on our hike out and he offered that these are common enough items that we could feel free to pack them home. Here they are on our kitchen counter.
In our final act of perseverance, we hiked all the way back to the Silverbowl Inn and stopped by this church, where we were given a tour of the inside by the groundskeeper.