It is my last day in DeNali National Park and Preserve. I have added two days to my intinerary with the hope that maybe, possibly I will get to see the mountain again. Blind faith in a weather report I read several days ago. What have I got to lose? I’m here now.
Six days in this glorious landscape and I feel a sense of familiarity, yet I have barely scratched the surface. I have been lucky to see more animals than I could have anticipated, and was graced with the glorious reveal of the majestic mountains. I have gotten to know where the moose graze and where the Mama bears with cubs are likely to appear on the hillside. Over the last two days I’ve watched the caribou bulls shed their fur in preparation for battle. I got up close to a fox and know where her den is in the hillside. Six days of long and bumpy bus rides were rewarded on this final day. One mile and 1000 feet on a ridge above Eielson Ranger Station, words cannot describe the view. The ebb and flow of wispy clouds and sun drenched flanks of the Alaska Range, part of the Ring of Fire. The power of Mother Earth is SO big, SO bold. The Pacific Ring of Fire is where 90% of earthquakes in the world, and 81% of the largest earthquakes happen. The beauty is astounding. I am humbled.