I had some problem in completing last blog and will continue here.

To cool the apartment, I open a window.  It is like an air conditioner.  Open a little is the low setting.  Open a lot is super max.  You freeze.  The mornings begin calm, but by afternoon when it may be warm there is always wind.  It rustles the trees and shapes them over time.  

Ten days with our son have gone far to quickly.  We took him out last evening to a fine restaurant, Gary Danko, near the Aquatic Park and Fishermen’s Row.  There was still light when we finished and Laurie’s flight had been delayed in Denver, so we walked along the shore and then up the very, very steep Hyde Street for a few blocks.  The colorful tourist cable cars were running half full.  If we were not expecting a text announcing Laurie’s arrival, we would have taken a ride.  Instead we enjoyed watching the transits and the tourists aboard.

I post to mention that I’ll post here on our travels beginning next month.  If you read this pass on the word.

 Our rig is perched at the campground here on the Blue Ridge Parkway in western North Carolina. 

 Greetings.  I have not written here this year and wonder who is paying attention to the posts.<

On our way home we paused today in this forested park in eastern Ohio.  We savor our last day out before arriving and beginning many, many chores.  You may remember that we left home in mid-February.  Now, in mid-July, we return.  We bring back many memories that will be treasured. 

Five days on the ferry. Very peaceful.  We sat or stood watching the sea slide by.  Sometimes it was very narrow about us and above were mountains, some yet with snow.  here and there a glacier.  Humpback whales spouted nearby every day.  Dolphins, the streaky ones that look like miniature killer whales broke the surface too, sometimes following us.  We experienced a sundown, our first in a couple of months.  And, a sunrise.  How pleasant.  The trees grew larger each day.  Waterfalls streamed from vertical walls. 

I write from an RV park near the now ghost town of Portage.  Typical of many Alaskan towns it coalesced about a native village near where gold was discovered.  There was not much gold and then given that there was not much other reason for it to exist, it disappeared.  And so the forest returns.

We’re finishing our last day in the Denali region.  We’ve enjoyed it all.  Watching glaciers pouring from the Alaska Range, a moose with calf in the parking lot, alpine tundra in bloom, the gaudy green of Alaska forest and tundra in June, and even a few mosquitoes.  This afternoon we topped it off with a tour flight to the edge of the summit of Mt. Denali (Mt. McKinley, the Big One, etc.)  The glaciers flowing off of the big one are very big ones. 

Saturday (June 17) afternoon in Palmer and I am taking a break during this day of chores.  We arrived safely last evening at the Anchorage Airport after our five days in Dutch Harbor/Unalaska.  We may now say we have visited the Aleutian Islands.   Dutch Harbor is a beautiful place with rather awful weather.  At the time of our arrival, however, the weather was pleasant, and the view when landing was spectacular.  The plane turned in from the sea between two ranges of mountains and descended over the blue bay.  Waterfalls rained off the green cliffs.