Normally, to get 90 miles into the park as we did, you have to do so by bus. However, on certain days at the end of the summer season and only by lottery, people are allowed to drive their cars into the park. It was intermittently rainy, sunny, warm, and cold. I took photos for two men who were paying last respects to a friend who had passed and scattered his ashes under a spectacular view of Denali. We waited in the rain for the clouds to part to get the photo--Scott and I enjoying our lunch just waiting for the shot. National Geographic photographers, I have much more respect for the work you do and the patience you have.
It was magic. Enjoy some of the photos.
