Just came across this photo from a few years back. The occasion is the baptism of Number Seven grandchild, Sam. He is the last one of the six generations who have worn the handmade gown sewn by my great-grandmother.
Ranger Jen Linkhart of the National Park Service engages Faith in learning about the Kenai Fjord National Park. Here Faith examines the skull of an Orca.
This will probably be the last post of photos on our Alaskan adventure. Thursday morning we'll spend some time at the Alaska Sea Life Center, and then we'll wander up the highway to Anchorage, where we catch a plane at midnight Alaska time.
It has truly been an adventure. The girls have been great. And every bone in my body is aching. :-)
We've been at Exit Glacier two days. The first day we hiked around the washout from the glacier at its base. We had planned to make a four and a half mile hike up to the Harding Ice Field that day, but halfway up the trail was blocked by snow up to Faith's chest. The second day we donned the proper shoes and climbed up to the top of the glacier, over the glacier itself.
Today was a slow one. (Thank the Lord for time to rest my aching muscles.) We left Homer and headed to Seward. But before we left the granddaughters spent time with their feathered friends on the beach.
Even in Alsaka one must text to friends back home.
Just before turning in last night, we stepped out on the deck of the Denali Lake View Inn just in time to greet a Mama and her twins.
It snowed today. Yep! It snowed in June. It made the trip all the more special. Below Ansley and Faith hiking through Polychrome Pass.
Below: Oops! Well excuse us, we'll just be on our way.
Below: Just past Polychrome this ram Dall Sheep seemed completely unfazed by our presence.
Below: This Artic Ground Squirrel to a special interest in faith. He slowly approached her and sniffed out her shoes.
Below: Our ultimate goal, to see Denali, "The High One", (Mount McKinley) seemed doomed because of the rain and snow clouds. But on our way out of the wilderness the mountain stuck its head through the clouds to give us a peak of its massive size.
Tomorrow it's down the Nenana River. Pray for the parson.
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