Denali National Park, Alaska
The drive from Anchorage to Denali was the easiest 5 hours I've spent behind the wheel.
Glimpses of the Denali mountain range lured us from the distance.
If only the roads in the Midwest were like this.
Our first close-up look at Alaska's moraine.
Some parts of the dirve were less scenic.
Wal-Mike's was a little creepy and not teribly inviting.
Watch out for bears in these parts.
Words of wisdom: “If it's black, fight back. If it's brown, lie down.”
We passed by a giant igloo!
Welcome to Denali.
The heart of Denali is accessed by a single road.
Before heading in, we set up camp for the night at Riley Creek.
It's 12:36 a.m. and the midnight sun turns my sense of time upside down.
In the morning we set out on a 5 hour shuttle ride that passes alongside the Polychrome Mountains and Denali's expansive moraine.
We were quite happy to stretch our legs at the many scenic spots along the way.
A pair of caribou.
I'm a caribou!
Kate is a peek-a-bou.
We ditched our shuttle at the Eielson Visitor Center and hiked up this mountain ridge.
Wildflowers peek out from a cluster of rocks alongside the ridge trail.
A distant look at Mt. McKinley (far right) as it rises into a crisp blue sky.
Denali is home to countless wildlife like these mountain goats.
A grizzly bear lumbers towards us in the distance. Yikes!