There really is a mountain here! One out of three visitors to the park actually get to see the
great Mt. McKinley. It is so massive that it has it's own weather pattern. Even with perfectly blue skies, the mountain can get socked in and not be seen.
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I have seen it just once and quite briefly. Minutes later it clouded up... The foothills in the foreground are huge. Just imagine how big it is in comparison.
Mighty majesty. I don't suppose you could climb Mt. McKinley with a bumb ankle full of crappy erector set hardware from Toys R. Us?
ReplyDeleteAmerica the Beautiful!!
Come back to Bay City, you will see McKinley on a regular basis.
ReplyDeleteKent,
ReplyDeleteHere is my humble attempt to put into words what your photos have brought to me. Its not much, or very good for that matter, but thanks for taking me on your adventure. Wade.
Difficult to fathom,
from the flatlands of my birth.
That mountains rise,
into fleecy skies,
in the last frontier on Earth.
Have humans tread that landscape,
so very far from here?
Those craggy spires,
where some aspire,
To climb the last frontier?
A land immense and solitaire,
no man or beast confined
Where nature rages quietly,
life and death pass silently.
Alaska, forever, sublime.
Wade, you rock! That's great!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Wade.
ReplyDeleteWade, it looks like one of Kent's prints just might be going your way. Your poem is perfect.
ReplyDeleteOh my God Wade. I love it! Wade gets another print. Should we have a poetry contest?
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