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FIVE Views of The High One


"Denali" means "The High One" in Athabascan (the tribe native to the region), and it is most appropriate for the highest peak in North America.

                                                                                Well, we woke up Thursday (September 2) to incredibly clear skies, and decided to drive into the Park.
                                                                                               We had resigned ourselves to the fact that we were probably part of the "70%" club; that is, the percentage of visitors to the Park that do not see Denali.
                                            However, eight miles down the road we were rewarded with a vision of it! We could see it all day, up to 100 miles away.....




























Outside Talkeetna





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  1. UnknownSeptember 4, 2010 at 8:03 PM

    Hi there...oh so look forward to your blog...takes me to heaven. If you haven't seen my email, author Joe McGinnis has packed up and left his temporary digs next door to Sarah Palin, heading back to NY to begin his "Sarah" book. Before Sarah takes down her fence, thought you should make a bee line to the rental, squat a while, make her crazy and then, "take off"...You both look "marvelous, darling, simply marvelous:, but the scenery is OUTDOING and EXCEEDING all expectations. Love, Miss Piggy

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  2. Ken AbbottSeptember 10, 2010 at 7:36 PM

    the Denali pictures are incredible. perhaps the tourists are on to something...

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