(Excerpt from my Alaska journal)
We went to Denali today. On the ride there the clouds opened up and we briefly got a glimpse of the full mountain. It is magnificent. I see why the native peoples called it The Great One. By the time we stopped, the clouds had surrounded it again. The only pictures we got were ones through the motor coach windows.
There are two peaks to the mountain. The south peak is roughly eight hundred feet higher than the north peak. Four locals climbed the north peak in eighteen hours dragging a fourteen foot spruce pole with a flag attached to it in eighteen hours. A few years later four men climbed the south peak with about a thousand man support team and took a week to do it. That must be one tough eight hundred feet.
We hiked through the park and saw some wildlife…caribou, moose and Dall sheep in the distance. The country is absolutely beautiful. Vickie was concerned about getting eaten by a bear until we ran into a ranger who explained that moose are actually far more dangerous than bears. We didn’t get eaten by a bear or a moose, but we did see an Arctic ground squirrel that looked a little vicious.
We went to a dinner theater that night. The musical was funny and they served the meal family style—if you happen to have five hundred people in your family. Now I know what it’s like to be an Osmond.