We headed up to Denali National Park for a few days. The Athabaskans called the mountain Denali, or “the high one” and it is the highest peak in North America at 20,310 feet and lies only 200 miles below the Arctic circle.

The drive from Talkeetna to Denali. Sunshine!



The park is 6,000,000 acres, yet has only one road that traveled the 92 miles to the small town of Kantishna which historically was a gold mining camp. Access beyond Mile 15 is restricted during the majority of the year to hikers, bikers, and park vehicles (including the concessioner). This is the “end of the road” for most people at the Savage River.

We took the “tundra wilderness bus” which is a narrated ride about 5 hrs long that goes as far now as Mile 43 where the Pretty Rocks landslide wiped out the road in 2021. The slide, which is technically called a rock glacier, was caused by warming temperatures thawing the permafrost. There is a really interesting discussion of the science behind this slide on the NPS page at https://www.nps.gov/dena/learn/nature/pretty-rocks.htm

credit – NPS

The NPD tried to repair the road but the subsurface remains too unstable, so the plan now is to build a large bridge to cross the area. When we were here four years ago, we traveled the entire 92 miles and stayed at the Denali Backcountry Lodge, a gorgeous and incredibly remote spot, and then flew back out over Denali and the surrounding mountains and glaciers.



This time the bus trip had its limitations as we only stopped at the whim of the driver and what he could see. However there were some wonderful views along the ride, although the mountain remained shrouded in clouds for the entire time.

Right at the beginning of the ride, this little guy was fascinated by the sign. The bus had to wait until he got done scratching himself.

On the way we saw Dall Sheep high on the mountains.

And the strangest sign ever, I don’t think the sheep have been issued watches! The buses have to stop for 10 minutes every hour before a supposed sheep crossing area, however no one has seen sheep crossing here, go figure.

And some caribou …


Ptarmigan family

And lots of ground squirrels dashing across the road.




This National Park is the only park remaining that uses sled dogs regularly during the winter. There are a series of very old cabins which have been maintained to provide shelter during the winter patrols. They continue to breed the dogs, and in the summer you can tour the kennels but we didn’t have the opportunity.

And on our return to the bus depot 5 hours later, the little guy was still hanging around.

This time he wanted to lick the bus.

That night at the campground the lighting coming through the clouds at about midnight was beautiful. There was a chance to see the northern lights that night, but the clouds obscured them.

The next day we took an ATV ride that skirted the park boundary to the northeast.

Another huge slide, it moved the river a couple of hundred yards to the left. The rocks along the river have a diverse set of minerals. I got a nice one that had jadeite running through quartz, but no gold 😦


The fireweed (state flower) is coming out everywhere, and the lupine has passed.

And the cinquefoil.




































































































































