On to Mt. McKinley, or as the locals call it, Denali. We had only one day here and the on-line reservation system for the bus into the park was down. So I got up to the ticket window at 6:30 to find it opens at 7:00. The first bus I could get on was at 9:00, so I chilled in the car with my coffee and music. By the time I could get on the bus, I was relaxed and ready to see some stuff. I was lucky in that it was a clear day, so we could see Denali most of the day. We also saw lots of grizzlies, caribou, and even moose at the very end of the day. Maxine did not make it to the bus, so I took her back as far as the public can drive in, 15 miles, in the evening. It was raining by then, and we saw some beautiful rainbows. At the end of the paved road, we saw a big male caribou with a huge rack.

3 thoughts on “Denali”

  1. I think we all agree that those indignajus people can just go back to YT where they illegally immigrated from.

    If fact as long as you’re in the region, you should spend some time shaming the icebacks into surrendering Canada back to Alaska from where they originally stole it.

    If you’re successful, they may name a hockey rink after you.

  2. As it happened, while you were at Mt. McKinley a couple days ago, I was in Redlands viewing a statue of President McKinley. Interesting that the park benefactors admired the assassinated McKinley so much he was referred to as “martyr” in the statue’s inscription:

    As you requested, I used my portable Ouija Board to contact his spirit and lodge the request that he change his name to Denali.
    Since this is a family blog I can’t print his response.

    1. Thanks for trying to get him to change his name. The Alaskans try to change the name of the park regularly, but are stymied in congress by Ohio, home of the otherwise unremarkable Mc. The mountain was named for him before he became president, and is just another example of the white-man’s lack of respect for indigenous people who had named that mountain untold generations before.

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