Tundra wandering

Joanna, Zippy and I left Monday for a "portable denning" trip. (Note: much the way a parent of a newborn starts to use baby talk, my vocabulary has taken on puppy overtones). We headed six hours north up to the Denali Highway and launched from a beautiful bluff named McClaren Summit.

We spent the next five days strolling over tundra covered with lakes and caribou. Glaciers spilled out of distant mountains, while nearby scree-filled peaks created a natural amphitheater. Sun and rain intermittently poured through fluffy, ominous, accentuated clouds - a playground straight from the divine.

(I accidentally uploaded photos in reverse order ... so the photos start with the end of the trip, and end with the beginning of the trip).