Rhonda and I had been on the road less than twenty minutes Saturday morning when we topped a rise just past Cantwell and were greeted by this welcoming sight.
In a mostly gloomy sky, crowded with dark clouds promising rain or worse, there was suddenly the mood-lifting phenomenon in the distance that my Mom used to call a “glory hole”. A glimpse through the darkness to the light above.
My heart lightening, I put my foot to the pedal and headed towards the light!
As I knew would surely happen when I began this adventure, as we continued journeying north, the skies steadily brightened.
Once we passed the entrance to Denali National Park, the change was dramatic.
The rest of the drive north to Fairbanks was one big smile after another as the sky became bluer and the temperature elevated. By the time I stopped for lunch in Nenana, I was all but floating away on a bubble of 70F happy sauce.
In spite of several stops for rest, photo ops, potty walks and snacks – Rhonda and I were settled into our campsite at River’s Edge RV Park, along the beautiful Chena River in Fairbanks, by 3:00 pm on Saturday.
Was it worth the drive? You betcha!