a good day

Even though i find that ten days of dirt will not hold together jeans worn 40 straight days (material fatigue at the seam), it was a good day.  The sky was blue and we had a great view of mt McKinley.

It was there, but ninety degrees off from where I thought it would be. We walked around where the tourists were housed back in the twenties and thirties. We hiked at savage river. A caribou coursed up the river and through the tourists at the trailhead picnic area.



This evening I realized that Alaska is a long way away from all my troubles and cares. (Big fricking grin)!?! Dog and i walked down the Healy spur from our lodging toward the river cut.  Made it as far as the RR yard. Will paint there tomorrow.

So long from the great silent space.