Autumn in Denali

Well, we are winding down now with only a few days left, however, we just had to share with you our "fall season" which has occurred over the past couple of weeks. As with most of our photos taken here in Denali, we find it very difficult to fully capture the wonder and grandeur of this beautiful park. Click the photo to see some more.

We awaken most mornings now with temps in the low 40’s or high 30's but have been fortunate for the past few days to savor midday 70's before the evening coolness creeps back once again. Autumn is truly here; the reds and yellows have burst forth and painted the tundra and mountains with a glorious patchwork. Ron, on an early morning hike a couple days ago, noticed how some parts of local streams are freezing at night. And, how some of the glacier-fed streams are turning clear as the temp drops and the glaciers stop thawing so the streams are now being fed instead by snow melt and rain. We have also been watching how the Ptarmigan, that were all white in May and turned brown after we arrived, are now turning white again. Winter is just around the corner!

The "Black Bear" is a coffee house across the street, where I occasionally go to enjoy a quiet moment and a "decent" cup of coffee and read, however I found myself yesterday content enough to just feast my eyes on the autumn changes in the surrounding mountains ~Yes I will miss the clear crisp air which I am sure will be most noticeable when we exit the plane at Tampa on Sept 30th.

We had a treat last week.......a free opera evening in the lobby of the Princess Hotel....... staring baritone David Cangelosi. He truly deserved the standing ovation ~ we heard ballads sung in Italian, French, German as well as English....he actually brought a tear to my eye when singing "Oh Danny Boy."

It is strange that our "constant daylight" no longer exists; it is truly dark now by 10pm. However, we have yet to see the "Northern Lights.” It has been either too cloudy or the moon too bright…we do hope that we get a chance to see them before we leave.

Everyone is gearing up for departure ~ deciding what clothing to donate to the hardy locals who tough it out year round and mailing boxes of accumulated stuff home. We have our paperwork submitted for our train ride to Anchorage and are blowing the dust off the suitcases. The air is filled with folk calling out their farewells.... So with this, we too will bid our goodbye to the Magic of Denali.

This has been a fabulous adventure and we hope you have enjoyed sharing it with us. Stay tuned for the next one – yet to be determined.

Salmon Fishing

So, Les, one of the bartenders in our bar, is also a fishing guide. He is a local, a bit of a character and calls himself an “Eskimo.” Five of us (Mary, myself, our friend Juanita and another young couple) decide to go fishing with Les to try our luck. We all set off one morning, in pouring rain so Mary wimps out and stays home, for the two-hour drive south to the closest salmon river from us near the town of Talkeetna. We all pile into Les’s beat-up old van and go flying down the road with all the gear, a cooler of ice and of course Les’s shotgun because there have been bear sightings lately near Montana Creek, our destination.

After buying our licenses, we wondered downstream to try our luck. By this time the weather has cleared and the sky was clear and blue like only it can in Alaska. There were lots of fish in the creek, some swimming upstream to spawn and others dead and floating downstream having competed their responsibility. I was using a fly rod and reel for the first time…a little tricky to begin but I quickly got the hang of it. We were using single hook spinners and began catching right from the beginning, however, they were all small pink salmon and we had expected to catch a few large silver kings. After a couple of hours of catch and release I suppose the group had caught about 25 or so. We then moved on to the mouth of the creek and found even more fish available…it really is quite spectacular to see all these fish making their way upstream.

We spent the remainder of the day catching fish along some of the most pristine scenery I have seen. We did see fresh signs of bear…tracks and scat (full of berry seeds…the food of choice this time of year)…so we kept the gun handy. Toward the end of the day we started keeping the biggest pinks so we could take a few back. It was a great day.

A couple of nights later the cook in the hotel restaurant grilled of few of the salmon and we all had a evening snack in the bar. It was a great day and another of the wonderful adventure we have experienced this summer.

Click the photo above to see a few more from the day.