Dall sheep, moose, a golden eagle, three wolves, and caribou. The weather held out and although it rained on my bike, we weren't there to enjoy the moisture. We did not see Mt. McKinley so there still is no proof it actually exists. At one of the stops, you can stand on a brass marker and look through a window with a mountain outline etched on it. This outline is supposed to trace the actual outline of the mountain. I just saw clouds. The bus trip took us from one side to the other side, so they claim, of this vanishing mountain. We met many nice people on the bus, and with a 12 hour bus ride, it sure is a lot nicer riding with nice people.
I am still hearing that the road from Chicken to Dawson is closed so tomorrow, which is now today I will have to make some decisions and change some arrangements. We leave for Anchorage a little later this morning.
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