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*blows dust off journal* Um ... hi! It's been a very busy summer and fall. But I'm home at last, getting settled back in, and hoping not to leave again for a while.
I bring some pictures of Denali in the fall!
These were taken on Sept. 9, when the colors in the park were at their height.
When I drove through it again, yesterday, Denali was already clearly visible from Houston, which is, what, 250 miles away from the mountain or something like that? But look how huge it is:
And as I got closer, I was literally squeaking out loud as every bend in the highway revealed a new, gorgeous view.
I also really liked how the mountain dwarfs these visitors at a roadside pullout and viewing station. We're all so small compared to that tremendous mass of rock.
The park itself was not nearly so colorful as just two weeks earlier. But in the utterly clear, still air, the park's many small lakes were as flat as sheets of glass, reflecting the mountains beautifully.
I stopped for dinner at a roadside cafe north of the park. (Someday, I should relate some of my more interesting adventures in Alaska's roadside dining establishments, many of which give the general impression that the owners don't really expect customers and are completely baffled as to what to do with them when they have them. *g* This was a pretty nice one, though - Rose's Cafe. The food was fantastic and, as I told Orion when I got back, the service was "friendly but strange." Which is much better than hostile and strange, as it often is.)
Anyway, I drove home through the sunset and growing dusk. At one point I happened to look back and notice that the mountain was visible again, looming against the cloudless twilight sky, so I took a bunch more pictures of it, most of which turned out kind of fuzzy.
While I'm at it, when I flew down to Chicago back in August, I got some pretty spectacular views of Denali poking up through the clouds (aside from the airplane wing in the way ... sigh). My flight from Fairbanks left at 6 a.m., which meant that the mountain was bathed in gorgeous pink dawnlight, and I was on the correct side of the plane to appreciate it.
So, um ... hi again! How are all of you?
I bring some pictures of Denali in the fall!
These were taken on Sept. 9, when the colors in the park were at their height.
When I drove through it again, yesterday, Denali was already clearly visible from Houston, which is, what, 250 miles away from the mountain or something like that? But look how huge it is:
And as I got closer, I was literally squeaking out loud as every bend in the highway revealed a new, gorgeous view.
I also really liked how the mountain dwarfs these visitors at a roadside pullout and viewing station. We're all so small compared to that tremendous mass of rock.
The park itself was not nearly so colorful as just two weeks earlier. But in the utterly clear, still air, the park's many small lakes were as flat as sheets of glass, reflecting the mountains beautifully.
I stopped for dinner at a roadside cafe north of the park. (Someday, I should relate some of my more interesting adventures in Alaska's roadside dining establishments, many of which give the general impression that the owners don't really expect customers and are completely baffled as to what to do with them when they have them. *g* This was a pretty nice one, though - Rose's Cafe. The food was fantastic and, as I told Orion when I got back, the service was "friendly but strange." Which is much better than hostile and strange, as it often is.)
Anyway, I drove home through the sunset and growing dusk. At one point I happened to look back and notice that the mountain was visible again, looming against the cloudless twilight sky, so I took a bunch more pictures of it, most of which turned out kind of fuzzy.
While I'm at it, when I flew down to Chicago back in August, I got some pretty spectacular views of Denali poking up through the clouds (aside from the airplane wing in the way ... sigh). My flight from Fairbanks left at 6 a.m., which meant that the mountain was bathed in gorgeous pink dawnlight, and I was on the correct side of the plane to appreciate it.
So, um ... hi again! How are all of you?