Slowly, we turned towards home … Oh, how my heart wanted to find some other route. Something other than the Parks Hwy, which will lead us back to our βnormalβ life. Eventually. π But not today.
All right, no more whining. I know itβs past time to call a [temporary] halt to this particular ramble, fun though it certainly has been. I needed a break from the scary and often depressing βreal worldβ, so turning off the TV and going βwalk-aboutβ (so to speak) was my way of coping. Itβs been working just fine for me, too.
As I stopped for gas before leaving Fairbanks, I caught sight of this menacing creature and thought Iβd share it with you to make up for all the missed wildlife photo opps from the other day. π

The promise of sunshine in Fairbanks receded pretty quickly into dismal gray clouds and sporadic showers as we made our initially reluctant way down the Parks Highway. The weather matched my mood.
There wasnβt even much in the way of beautiful scenery for the first couple of hours. Mostly just miserly peeks through the cloud cover, hinting at the lovely mountain views that would be there, if only it wasnβt raining.
The scenery, and even the weather, improved as we neared Denali National Park & Preserve. I stopped and walked back out over the highway bridge to get this photo of the mighty Nanana River – it was eerily silent, not a single vehicle passed me while I walked out to take these shots and then back to the RV.

Nanana River bridge 

Rhonda started out the day in her usual position as substitute navigator (Baxter sat out this trip at home with Dad), but as often happens, she ended up sleeping on the job. Except when I pulled off the road for a potty break – then she was all ears and tails!

Ronni on the job 
Sleeping on the job 
What? Wait … Iβm awake 
Did someone say βwalkβ?
Pulling into the usually bustling, hectic and crowded βtourist districtβ of Denali was a humbling and achingly painful moment.
Even the campgrounds arenβt open to full capacity. And really, why would they be? Riley Creek campground is the closest to the main visitor center (closed π’), usually the busiest, and would normally offer a jammed-full transit bus taking tourists to park tour jump-off spots and restaurants. Getting a campsite here for a 27β motorhome, without a reservation, is a rare thing. I went in (wearing my face mask as requested) to register and was told, βSure – just pick a site.β I had plenty of choices.
Unless you count this guy – and Rhonda was all about counting him!
The campground is quiet, peaceful and relaxing. Probably a good place for me to sit back, take a breath and sort myself out. Who knows, maybe tomorrow will be sunny.










