Mountain Morning

No big deal.

I managed to flag down Alan, from the Denali Mountain Morning Hostel, on the side of the road.

Which was nice.

The Hostel was actually friggin' miles away from Glitter Gulch, the affectionate term the locals use for the tourist trap of the business district that is at the entrance of the park.

We were in Carlo Creek, a good half an hour of a drive away. And the room I was staying in was affectionately dubbed: "Train Wreck".

Not again.

Still, depsite the spartan accommodation, the location was impressive, twisted between the snow capped mountains, the various lodges and the outhouses (yes, you read that correctly: "outhouses") were picturesque indeed (well, maybe not the outhouses).

Sign up for the shuttles in the morning Alan said.

Coincidentally, Alan looked a lot like John Boy Walton.

Fine says I.

Here we are.

Up on Walton Mountain.

(Moose to come later.)