| | Description | Date |
| My attempt at an artistic shot. OK, the artistic effect was an accident. There are two bald eagles in this tree, an adult and a juvenille. This was during our hike up the Indian River. | 6/3/2002 |
| Adam and Halli at an overlook on a short hike to Thunderbird Falls, a little north of Anchorage. | 6/3/2002 |
| 2 Totem Poles at the entrance to the Sitka National Historic Park in Sitka. This is where the bus shuttle bus from the cruise dropped us off. From here we went on a hike up the Indian River. | 6/3/2002 |
| On our first day in Denali we did the Tundra Wildlife tour. Just past the Visitor Center we saw this moose on the side of the road. Unfortunately, I was on the wrong side of the bus, and the picture didn't come out too well. | 6/4/2002 |
| A small herd of caribou. | 6/5/2002 |
| It's difficult to see, but there are some wildflowers in the foreground here. This was also taken from Polychrome Pass. On the way back from this tour our bus broke down very close to here. We had to wait about two hours for another bus to come get us. Also, we were temporarily blocking the road in either direction on one of the curviest parts of this winding road. | 6/5/2002 |
| A view of the road and valley below from Polychrome Pass I believe. | 6/5/2002 |
| I was excited to see a Willow Ptarmigan on this trip. We ended up seeing several more, often at this same location. This was on the bridge over Savage River, the point at which passenger cars are not allowed beyond. | 6/5/2002 |
| A shot from well up above one of these rivers. | 6/5/2002 |
| One of the many glacial riverbeds (Sorry, don't know which one). Although these riverbeds appear dried up, they aren't. There's so much silt and glacial flour in the water, that periodically it fills up the current channel and starts a new channel, giving this braided appearance. | 6/5/2002 |
| Adam, with Mt. McKinley in the background. | 6/6/2002 |
| Yea, we finally get to see Mt. McKinley, on our third day here. This was during the bus ride to Eielson Visitor Center. | 6/6/2002 |
| Better take a few shots of it while we have the chance. As it turns out that was a good idea. After another hour or so, we did not see the mountain again the rest of our trip. | 6/6/2002 |
| Yet another shot of "The High One". This one is my favorite. | 6/6/2002 |
| And one final shot of Denali. | 6/6/2002 |
| Halli walking along the road after our hike at Highway Pass. | 6/6/2002 |
| During one of our hikes, we stopped to take a picture of all the mosquitoes on Adam's hat. Only four visible here, at times there were more than twenty. This hike was between Highway Pass and Caribou Creek. On another hike later that day near Primrose Ridge, the mosquitoes were so thick we were force to turn back and flag down the next bus. | 6/6/2002 |
| A well lit mountain surrounded by clouds. We actually experienced severl thunderstorms during our time in Denali. Apparently we lucked out, thunderstorms are supposed to be pretty rare here. | 6/6/2002 |
| Larkspur, another of the sled dogs. | 6/7/2002 |
| One of the sled dogs they use in Denali. We took this the morning we left the park heading back for a night in Talkeetna before returning to Anchorage for our flight the next day. | 6/7/2002 |
| An action shot of some of the sled dogs in action. The park service does three demos a day around a very short track, with a sled on wheels. | 6/7/2002 |
| Have you ever seen two happier looking dogs than these? This is right after they helped pull the sled. | 6/7/2002 |
| Tahluu, yet another of the dogs. | 6/7/2002 |
| We were walking along a dried-up portion of the Susitna River in Talkeetna, where we saw several ferns growing right up out of the sand. Here is one of them. | 6/8/2002 |
| This was taken by Adam from a ridge above Savage River. We climbed up here from the river. Halli turned back shortly before this was taken. Adam made a serious mistake and went a little higher, hoping to find an easier way down. He didn't. The route he took was so steep, he didn't think he was going to make it back without getting hurt. After eventually making it down, often doing the crabwalk along loose rock, we looked up at the route he had taken. He didn"t know it from the top but from the bottom it was apparent he had taken just about the steepest path back down. (By the way, I use the term "path" loosely. For those who don't know, there are no real trails in Denali. You just select somewhere that looks like an enjoyble hike, and ask the bus driver to let you off there. After that you're on your own, bushwhacking where necessary.) | 6/8/2002 |