…or Mt. Denali. That’s what the Athabascans called the massive peak that loomed over their land. It was changed to Mt. McKinley by an explorer in honor of then president-elect William McKinley (in the early 1900s, I think). I prefer Denali. It stands 20,310 feet, making it the highest peak in No. America. They say only 30% of the people who venture to Denali National Park get to see the peak (it’s usually clouded in), but we lucked out today — for about 15 minutes! It was spectacular. And we saw some wildlife along the way — grizzlies, caribou, Dall sheep, moose, foxes. Wolves are rare sights. I did not see any, but met a hiker who had.
The High One…

Beautiful! Grizzly bear photo please!!! Lol!
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Great photos and history. I think our sister is obsessed with the Bar. Personally, I would avoid them at all costs!
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Thoroughly enjoying your photo journey, Jim. I imagine you have heard by now of the hiker who died in Anchorage because of bear mauling. Be careful.
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Hi Maureen: Thanks, and yes, I did hear about the hiker. It was in Eagle River, about 90 miles from where I stayed last night. He was an experienced hiker and had grown up in Alaska. Very sobering.
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Very thoughtful of you to take a photo of the bearded old timer. He looks like he could use a hot shower and a home cooked meal.
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Well, you know I have a warm spot in my heart for the old ones. Went by a river on the Kenai peninsula today; must have been 30 guys lined up, not more than 10 feet apart. Guessing that they were fishing for salmon.
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