Last Sunday was the Birthday of my dearest friend over at Maple and Me, and also (strangely enough!) of her twin brother. I know, they have the SAME birthday. Crazytalk.
We caravanned a hundred plus miles down the Parks Highway to go to the 49th State Brewery in Denali Park (aka Glitter Gulch) for some amazing beer and good food. I had the "Wee Heavy" a dark and delightful Scottish Red Ale. There were burgers and yak and salmon and fish and chips and fried cheese curds and pork schnitzel consumed. We had a great time.
On the way down we drove into Denali Park to the Savage River overlook and went for a snow hike. Strangely enough, although I've lived in Fairbanks for seven years now, and although I've been to at least 15 National Parks in 7 or 8 states, I had never actually been inside of Denali Park despite having driven past it (twice!) on every trip to Anchorage.
Here's the photos I took:
|The menfolk climbed to the very tip tip of this.|
I was happy hanging out in the boulders looking
|View from the car on the park road heading towards|
This was pure torture for a husky who wanted
to be running wild, like a wolf!, in this open land.
|A husky and her boy.|
|The View from said boulders look down on the road.|
Also, we got a lovely view of Denali itself, driving down. Its amazing how the mountain comes and goes from view like a spirit, in and out of focus behind and above the range of mountains it crowns. I am told that this due to certain atmospheric conditions. But I also believe that mountains have souls. In either case, it is awe-inspiring. "The Great One," indeed.