We had some wild times in Alaska.
11/30/22
Earlier this week in a post titled, “Real Estate the Hard Way,” I talked about the great work Donna does helping first-time homebuyers find their dream home. As evidence of that, she told me this morning that our friend Riley closed on her house yesterday, a deal that Donna helped broker. Riley is one of Leah’s high school friends and works for the National Park Service. How the two of them convinced Donna to fly us across the country for an Alaskan vacation in 2019 I will never know. But photos don’t lie. We were there. Although there was a point at which I feared we might not be coming back with Donna.
It would take a week’s worth of posts to retell our adventures in Denali National Park and Preserve, where Riley worked at the time, but I’ll just start with that infamous day that shook Donna up so badly. The entire week had been rainy, but the tours that take you into Denali are led by a hardy bunch. Nothing bothers those Alaskans. Our bus driver was particularly stoic. As we rose up the mountainside on a narrow dirt road without guardrails, she couldn’t have been calmer. Donna, on the other hand, couldn’t have been more unnerved. She pulled her jacket hood tight over her head and hid her face with a map.
“Let me know when it’s over,” she said to me.
I tried not to laugh. But like I said, photos don’t lie (see below). Meanwhile, our bus chugged along at a modest speed, allowing other buses and trucks going the other way to pass us. Inches separated us from the rockface. If Donna was freaking out about our ascent into Denali, when our bus was traveling on the inside of the road, how would she react on our way down, when we’d be on the outside looking down into the valley? We would just have to cross that bridge when we came to it. In the meantime, we saw so many spectacles as we got further into the park.
Every time someone on the bus spotted wildlife, the bus driver stopped to allow photos. There were bears everywhere. The other animal we saw in plentiful herds were hikers. They seemed oblivious to the dangers all around them. The bus driver would flag down the hikers and offer them rides, but the most useful thing he offered them was information.
“I just passed a bear headed your way. He may have caught your scent.”
The grass was tall and the hills rolled in waves, so I can imagine being very close to a bear and not being aware of it. Donna’s eyes bugged out at me from the hood of her jacket.
“Are those people crazy?”
“Yes,” I said. “If someone gets mauled, I’ll tell you when to look away.”
And onward we trekked, stopping at various waystations for souvenirs or photo ops. All day the clouds hid Mt. Denali from us, but we enjoyed the opportunity to be in such a wild place. Donna and I have spent most of our lives growing up in New York. Prior to arriving in Alaska, the NYC subway was the wildest place we’d been. We were both charmed and alarmed by Denali. But nothing could’ve prepared us for our trip out of the park.
We heard the bus driver chatting on her CB radio. She sounded annoyed. She informed us that there would be a delay leaving the park.
“There’s been a landslide at Polychrome Pass. They’re trying to clear it up. We could be delayed.”
As I feared, descending the mountain pass was a more daunting experience. Donna’s fingernails dug into my arm, and at one point I thought she’d passed out as we inched along, our driver fielding reports from a bus in front of us.
“They’re closing the road? Were at?”
The thought that we might be trapped on the only road in or out of the park was chilling. But our driver remained as cool as a cucumber. This wasn’t her first landslide in Denali. We stopped as bulldozers worked the road in front of us. Finally, we were cleared to proceed.
As we exited the park, we heard that the road was being shut down. Buses that had been behind ours had been forced to turn around. Night was falling and all I could think about were those people, forced back up the mountain. I don’t think Donna could’ve endured that. I don’t think she could’ve survived being among the bears at night. Heck, we were safe in our cabin, and I couldn’t even get her to lower her hood. It was hours before we got word that all the buses had arrived back from the mountain safely.
The next few days did wonders to Donna’s nerves. We sampled the locale cuisine and bounced along on a wild ATV ride. And then the sun popped out from the clouds. We got our first look at majestic Mt. Denali. It stood off at a distance, beckoning us.
“Come be explorers and live in the wild.”
Donna politely declined.
“Just point me to the nearest pizza shop.”
Denali National Park and Preserve is only one of the parks our friend Riley writes about on her website. For a complete list of National Parks and information on planning a trip to a National Park, please go to https://parksexpert.com/.
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