River trip on the Yukon

Back in 1939 this must have been the trip of a lifetime, especially for two young girls.  They seem to handle it all with such grace and confidence. 

Saturday, July 8th.  Ten thirty and still in bed.  Got up at 7, had breakfast and then stayed on deck until 12.  After lunch we landed at Selkirk and saw a Mountie.  Also saw some huskies.  The Indian lady with her papouse and four children who got on at a little trapping station, got off here.  Spent more time on deck and then after dinner had a dance.  I danced with the purser, Mr. Gate and Mr. Shedd. One of the crew played and they put up a collection for him.  This afternoon we came to a swift narrow part of the river and went up by cable.

Sunday, July 9th.  They called us at 7.  We were to be at Five Finger Rapids in an hour.  M and I got dressed and had breakfast then took pictures of the rapids.  We went through a narrow opening between rocks pulled by a cable.  Stayed on deck then until 11 when the boat docked for a minute to let those who wished take a four mile hike through the woods to meet the boat farther on.  Got on boat again at Carmack.  Got off at Bute Zantlus (?).  M and I went.  The woods have been burned over by a forest fire and there were thousands of mosquitos and I fell trying to out run them and ruined a pair of silk stockings and lost my haze filter.  But it was fun.  We saw a lake and a truck with chains behind and skids in front.  Waited for the boat which came along about one.  Some deck hands went swimming in the lake.  Had lunch then sat on deck for a while then played ping prong.  Ate a midnight lunch and went to bed.

Monday July 10th.  Slept late.  Didn't get up til ten then watched them load wood and spill some of it in the river.  Entered Thirty Mile River today.  The water is a clear blue again.  After lunch rested and after dinner played cards and ping pong.  Had a midnight lunch.  Passed one part of the Thirty Mile river, narrow and swift, for about ten minutes our boat just stood still then we pulled through.  Passed another river boat, The Whitehorse.  Tomorrow we get up early to start our trip from Whitehourse.  Saw beautiful sunset over Lake Leberge, bright red.

Side note: The Yukon River is also called the Thirty Mile River.  In fact, it is the 10th longest river in the world running for 3,200 miles through Alaska and Canada.  The Five Finger Rapids consists of islands in the river with only one area passable by boat.  Many of these places are mentioned in Jack London's "Call of the Wild".

Tuesday, July 11th.  Got up about seven, had breakfast the checked our baggage.  One bag through to Skagway, the other to the boat at Carcross.  Then M and I walked to Whitehorse Rapids about a mile.  Got a pictue of volcanic rock.  On the way back I got another roll of film.  The train left at 10 o'clock and we had a nice ride to Carcross.  M and I had invest a dollar in a parlor car seat so had an excellent view.  Got to Carcross just at 12 and went right on the boat.  We left in  about 20 minutes.  Mr. Worthum, the scheduling conductor, surprised us by giving us the two extra table sitting tickets so had first seating for meals.  Our cabin was still number 19, a very nice room just as on the Casba.  This boat is the Tuskie.  M and I stayed on deck all afternoon even though it was very windy.  The scenery was beautiful, rugged high mountains, snow capped.  The water was emerald color with white caps.  Got to Bin My Circle (?) at seven.  Walked along a lovely broad path to the house.  Path followed the jagged cliffs that jutted out over the water.  Mr. and Mrs. Swanson, host and hostess, greeted us a the house and we had rhubarb wine and cookies and coffee.  We signed their guest book.  She said every Christmas she reads the names aloud and Mr. Swanson says Merry Christmas.  They have a most beautiful garden, lovely flowers growing at the foot of towering mountains.  A Begonia flower as large as the span of M's hand and huge Poppies and Columbine.  Lovely vegetable garden too.  We took a short walk to see the source of the Talkie Glacier and a water fall.  When we came back, the purser said he would take us to see some beaver dams.  So Miss Yates, who wrote "The World is Your Oyster", another lady, a Mr. Roberts and Mr. Duvan, who owns Zuffy, and I went. The beaver had left that dam so we went on about a mile walk through the woods to another.  It was fun and the purser climbed out in the dam and tried to scare out some beaver but they didn't scare.  We made up story to tell on the boat that we had seen five beaver.  We got back to the boat just at  nine when we were supposed to leave and they were waiting for us.  Sat on deck for a while then went on the lower deck to sing songs.  One of the ship's boys played.  At 10:30 an officer blew a whistle and we had to stop then.  Some of the crew slept at that time.  We came up and had midnight lunch and went to bed at 11:30.

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Into Canada

After celebrating the 4th of  July, Pauline and Margret board a new ship from Canada and continue on their northern adventures.

Tuesday, July 4th.  In Canadian waters and flying the Canadian flag.  High mountains by the river again, lovely scenery.  Took a nap on the top deck in the sun.  M's fever is down to 101, feels much better.  Starting to eat.  We have a 4th party tonight.  I take charge of prizes.  Poor Mr. Poss - the ship's pest, as he is privately known.  At the amature on the other program, he told a most vulgar story.  He wanted to be on this program and finally backed the program chairman in a corner and demanded why he couldn't be on our program.  The chairman, in desperation, told him because the ladies objected to his stories.  Now he is looking like a whipped dog.  Oh dear, now I am beginning to feel sorry for him.  I hope I don't have to let my better nature get the best of me and have to act friendly.

Wednesday, July 5th.  Got off the boat about 9 after customs inspection, got our room, had lunch, slept, took a little walk, had dinner, slept.  About 10 went to dance.  Good time.  Got home about 12:15 - finally went to bed.

Thursday, July 6th.  Got up about 10.  Found out we were leaving tonight instead of tomorrow so signed out to get our room on the Casca - 19, just like the Yukon.  This is a Canadian boat, nice rooms the people say.  The doors open out onto the deck instead of into the dining room as on the Yukon.  Took a walk this morning to the port office and Robert W. Service's cabin where he wrote all his Yukon poetry.  Had a banana milkshake for lunch.  It is cloudy now and the show man is putting on a show at 3 o'clock.

Sidelight:  The Casca and the Whitehorse were the last two sternwheelers on the Yukon River.  Both were destroyed in a fire in 1974.  And Pauline was correct that the Casca had been built in 1936.


Later.  Went to the show but got thrown out.  There weren't enough to pay for running it so we got our money back.  Our baggage was put on board about 5 o'clock.  M and I took our coats over to our room.  It is the same number as on the other boat.  Much nicer rooms though, larger and newer looking.  The Casca is a newer boat, only one or two years old.  Our doors open out onto the deck here instead of into the dining room as on the Yukon which makes it much airier and easier to see the scenery.  M and I put her white mosquito netting over the door, there is no screen, so we can have the whole door open all night and still people can't see in very well.  Swell.  I had a bear steak dinner tonight.  M didn't go back ashore.  Then I came on deck and we sang farewell to the Yukon which sailed back to Nenana at 7.  They said they had never had a group that gave themselves and the crew such a good time as our group.  I had never had a group sing farewell before to the tune of "Farewell Ladies".  We sang goodbye to the ship Yukon, the Capitan and the crew, the cook, etc.  Fun.  We sailed about 10.  They gave us a midnight lunch then we went to bed.  It is now 12 and I can lie here to see the lovely Yukon scenery - green hills with many inlets and islands.  M is just about well now.


Friday, July 7th.  Got up about 9 - then went on deck to see the scenery.  More mountains now - good game country.  This afternoon we saw a bear, a big black one - climbed up the side of tree.  Stopped at Stewart about 11.  Took on some concentrate from the silver mine above there. It is going to the States.  Took a walk alone.  Two men had just shot a bear that morning and we watched them  skin him.  Back on deck met a Mr. King who got on there.  He pointed out a man who is an agitator and trouble maker.  Nicely dressed.  He said the Mounties were watching him.  Saw some Mounties in Dawson.  King also told about the Klondike river boat sinking in June 1936.  He was on it.  After dinner we watched the scenery again.  Boat stopped at a trapper cabin to leave some mail and lumber for a house and a radio.  Then Mr. Shedd and I played ping pong.  They have a real table here.  Played a game with the purser too.  Then had midnight lunch, now to bed.  It is still daylight all night long but not as bright as it used to be.  Resolved to get up for breakfast tomorrow so now to sleep - 12 pm.

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Up to the Artic Circle

Pauline and Margret's adventures continue as they head up the Yukon River.  They even meet some famous people on the way.


Friday, June 30th.  Been a grand day.  Got up late....9:30.  The steward tried to get in three times before we got out of the room.  Loafed and played ping pong with M and Mr. Shedd.  About noon the boat stopped to put a marker up on the bank.  After lunch we played more ping pong and played cards.  After dinner we did the same.  It has been a warm lazy day -swell.  About seven we stopped at Purgatory - bachelor brothers live there.  They have the dock fixed up by the land and one brother stands beside it and waves his hands.  One is quite a poet and artist and their hut is full of things - they are trappers.  About ten we stopped at Beaver.  Here were real Eskimos.  The married women have tattoo marks on their chins.  There is a little government school.  Stopped about 12:30 for wood along the shore.  Saw the sun set about 12:32 and rise at 1:50.  We talked with one of the pilots, he is very nice.  He took us up to the pilot house and we stayed till two when the sun was well up.  Got to bed about 3 o'clock.

William Yanert

Side light:  The bachelor brother that Pauline met was William Yanert, a cartographer from Prussia.  He lived with his brother at a spot they called Purgatory for 37 years.  He was a poet and artist.  He is quoted as saying Purgatory was "one hell of a place to live."

Saturday, July 1.  Were in and out of the Artic Circle.  We entered the Artic Circle about 6 this morning.  I got up about 10.  This morning we took on some more wood.  After lunch, about 2, we stopped at Fort Yukon.  M mailed all our cards.  Then saw the sights - church and school.  Bought a beaded moccasins  done by the Eskimo ladies - 75 cents.  Back on board we watched the children scramble for money people on the boat tossed them.  Sailed on then after talking with a girl, 22 - who runs a trap line 280 miles back in the wild.  Two sisters, mother and father made about $5,000 on furs this year.  She had never been outside.  Left the Artic Circle about 8 tonight.  Got a picture of things and played ping pong then had a dance.  Danced with Mr. Shedd and Mr. Coats.  Went to bed about 11 - rather tired.  Have a book to read.  They have a little library on the ship.

Sunday, July 2nd.  Got up about 10.  Went on shore at Circle.  They had some beautiful dogs.  And old Eskimo woman showed us the church.  There is no minister there but she keeps it up.  When I came back M was sick.  Still is.  I had lunch, played some ping pong, stayed on deck.  Went to church at 2:30.  A colnel (sic) chaplin led it.  Had chicken and ice cream for dinner.  Went out on the lower deck where the crew amused us by playing the accordian, a mouth organ and making a wooden doll dance.  Then they showed us the Alaska shotish (sic).  It is fun. Went upstairs and set the phonograph a going and practiced the shotish (sic) some more.  A lady who is a nurse came to M.  Left some pills for her to be taking every hour.  I stayed on the deck till 2, then lay on the top bunk.  Didn't undress so not to disburb M.

Monday, July 3rd.  M still sick.  Changed into my slacks about 9.  Came up on deck and ate an orange for breakfast.  Day pretty much routine.  Played ping pong.  Stopped at Eagle about 11 o'clock.  Very nice town.  Well kept and lovley flowers.  M. had a fever....103 tonight.  There is a nurse and doctor on board.  They suggested I move to an empty room.  So I did.  Slept well.

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Family

Family.  We are all familiar with family . . . parents, siblings, cousins.  Family, however, comes in more forms than just a blood connection.  Family is a group of people with whom you share a very intimate, bonded relationship.

We have discovered one such family in these last few weeks.  Not that we weren't aware of it, but we had not been an intimate member of this portion of the "cancer" family in some time.  Sitting in

Our new family!

radiation oncology's waiting room is an experience that I hope no one ever has to share, but if you do, let me tell you what you will find there.

First, there are no secrets.  They talk about their cancer as we discuss the local gossip with a morning cup of coffee.  What kind?  What treatment?  What drugs?  What side effects?  What is the prognosis?  How do you feel?  There is no shame in the fact that they are sick, perhaps even deathly ill.

Second, it is the most positive place I have ever been.  These people encourage each other in ways that the rest of us can't even begin to understand.  They cheer each other on, celebrate each little bit of success.  They are happy, joking, empathetic, supportive......and I am not talking about the employees (although it is true of them also), these are the people awaiting treatment.  Each and every one is taking their turn with "the machine" that will burn and destroy some part of their body, but in spite of it all, they march forward heads held high and a smile on their face.  And they go with the support of their "family".

Third, it takes only a few minutes to be included in this family.  They know and remember your name, age, birthday, and any other amount of information that floats in and out of the conversation.  There isn't time for the mundane like politics, or television or news.  There is only time for the "family" that they meet every morning in the waiting room.  The openness and laughter are contagious, you enjoy being with them.

Ready for treatment.

This "family" that we will know intimately only for a few minutes for a few days will impact our lives forever.  How is that possible?  Is it the terrible circumstances?  Or is it because the unimportant things of life are stripped away and that which is really important comes to the forefront.  Ultimately, once this treatment is over, we may never see any of them again.  And yet, they have impacted our lives in so many ways.  Here, when you say "I hope I don't see you again." it is the most wonderful thing you can hope for...…..that you never see them again under these circumstances.

And lastly, the room literally vibrates with faith.  Whether the patient is a believer or not, they welcome everyone's prayers.  The loved ones whisper their concern about the fate of their family member, asking for others to pray for their health, yes, but ultimately for their salvation.  Sometimes we have to be stripped naked to see what is really important......the waiting room in radiation oncology does that.  You come away with wonderful, painful, insightful details of so many lives.  But the one thing I have never sensed there is fear.  I am not saying that is isn't there, they just don't focus on it.

When one is faced with death . . .  something we all talk about but never really deeply think about until it becomes so defined in our life . . . , when it hits us in the face, we see for the first time just how fragile and "human" we are . . .  now we get to choose how we handle it.  I admire each and every one of this new family.  They are facing the ultimate fear and overcoming.  I pray that I will face everything in life with such courage and positivity.

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Up the Yukon River

Not just a tourist, Pauline has contact with former acquaintances on her trip.  Life in frontier Alaska seems to have taken its toll.

Wednesday, June 28.  Hotel manager called us at 5:45 as we had requested.  It was really hot during the night.  We slept all night with only a sheet over us and wished we didn't have that.  El Dory came about 6:10.  She looks much older and shabbier - sort of weather worn.  Had a nice visit while M and I packed up again.  Paul is in the 8th grade.  Barth has work now and expects to get along better this year.  E. is going to teach Paul at home for a couple of years.  Found some more facts about Fairbanks.  Today it was 107 in the sun, a bunch of carrots cost 35 cents.  El said she would love to have an avocado.  They have a garden patch and are trying to dig a cellar.  El has neuritis and it hurts her to work.  Barth suffers from time to time from loss of memory.  Paul seems to be a good worker but is not interested in school.  She walked over to the station with us about 8 - 9, paid the taxi driver $2 and he said he would take her home.  Otherwise she would have had to wait until 12:30 to take the bus and then walk a mile.  It was hot and she wasn't well so I thought I better see she got home since she had come in just to see me.  Barth comes through town to work with his neighbor and she rode in with them.  Our train left at 8:30.  There is a standing joke that the Alaska railroads are mentioned in the Bible - "God mad all creeping things"!  Got into Nenana about 11.  We had our tickets and got our room number on the boat - room 19.  I saw that our baggage which had not been checked got off the train - then we went on the boat.  We were suppose to sail at 12, but Mr. Shedd's American Express party lost all their baggage.  The train carried it off.  They had to take a hand car and bring it back.  We finally sailed about 3 o'clock.

Is our room ever small.  I think it must be 6 X 5 feet.  Two bunks, one above the other, with a water basin with a pitcher of water that runs into the pan under the basin. One of us has to stay in bed while the other is working or standing up.  M and I are assigned the second seating for eating dinner -  was good if not fancy. And does it taste good.  After eating lunch - usually at 12:30 for the first sitting and 1:15 second  - but we didn't eat till about 2.  After we started down the Tananah (tributary of the Yukon River) we said about an hour and then stopped to take on wood.  The boat just pulled up along the bank of the river and they laid a gang plank down and they piled wood onto little cards and the crew brought it on the boat.  About 15 cords I think the captain said - takes lots of wood to run  our sternwheeler.  We then continued on our way.  The scenery was lovely and it is warm and balmy on deck - lots of fun.  Had dinner about 7 tonight.  Then went on deck again.  Came in a played ring the man with several people.  About 10 we went out to watch the sun set.  Then same some songs in the lounge.  Mrs. ---- from Long Beach playing the piano.  Went to bed about 12:30 - still daylight.  It never gets dark anymore.  Sun sets about 10 and rises at 11:30.

PS.  Had a midnight lunch about 10:30.  Delicious berries.  All kinds of meals served during the day
too.


Thursday, June 29.  It was hot last night.  I bounced around considerably in my upper berth.  Got up about 7, put on my slack suit and went to breakfast.  Had a half a grapefruit, didn't need anything more for the midnight lunch stuck by me.  We were docked at the town of Tananah this morning located about at the mouth of the Yukon.  Stayed about three hours while we loaded lumber, corrugated tin for roofs of interior homes.  Walked about a quarter of a mile up the shore to a store - M was not up yet.  Saw lots of skins.  The trappers had been in with their catch.  They had beaver, fox, bear, wolverine, wolf, coyote.  Has some parkas made up too out of caribou and reindeer skins.  The wolf skin was 8 feet long!  Waited at this store for the boat to come up.  It stopped there at 9 - it is now 12:30 and we are on our way again  - up the Yukon now so we go slower.  I'm sitting on the top deck in the sun and getting burned.  I have no need of a coat, it is very warm.  Almost time for our dinner now.

Got stuck on a sand bar last night about 3 and there was much running about and pushing, but we got off all right.  We made a stop about 3 miles above Tananah at the Mission of Our Savior.  A missionary and his wife coming back from furlough got off there.

5:30.  First sitting for dinner is now being moved.  Our turn will come in about an hour.  The river has narrowed somewhat, the mountains rise majestically on each side.  It is raining now and occasionally there is a streak of lightening.  Still warm though.  I wrote my post cards this afternoon, all ready to mail at Ft. Yukon.

11:45.  Read for bed.  Had dinner then went on deck for a while.  Talked with Mr. Hall and Mr. Carney a while.  Then cam in and sang songs - then had midnight lunch.  The rain is over and it is warm and balmy again.  Have a mosquito bite in my eye that is swelled up.  M is reading a story to me - then to sleep.

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Alaska at its best!

Pauline and Margret are getting their days and nights confused.  Seems they stay up all night for  "forever daylight" activities.


Sunday, June 25.  Got up about 7.  The hotel sent a boy around knocking at the doors and calling everyone.  We dressed and went down stairs and found our places in the bus that was to take us into the park.  We left at 8:30.  M and I sat in the front seats so we could get out quick to take pictures.  We went 66 miles into the park and 66 miles back.  A ranger went along to explain things.  We were in the first bus. Road was bumpy but pretty good and at times went right along precipices.  Thrilling!  Lovely scenery, high mountains surrounding a flat valley through which streams ran.  Mt. McKinley was covered with clouds so only saw its base.  At camp Cibern (sic) we had lunch and did it taste good - vegetable salad, thick vegetable soup, beans, potatoes, beef, peas, homemade bread, butter, and canned pineapple for dessert.  After dinner stayed around for a while to see if Mt. McKinley would come in sight - it never did really.  I took pictures of a friendly little squirrel!  Started home about 3 - got into a rain and hale (sic) storm on the way back to the hotel.  Saw a grizzly on the way, he was playing and having a great time - a huge thing.  The bus stopped and we watched him - saw mountain sheep, carabu (sic) - got a good picture of them.  A marmot, eagles and squirrels.  Stopped on the way back to see the dogs again.  Got to hotel about 6:15.  M and I didn't go in to dinner - ate a candy bar instead.  We came to our room and played cards until almost 8, then went to the leisure room to see motion pictures of the second ascension of Mt. McKinley.  The superintendent ranger of the camp showed them.  Very interesting.  It is now 10 o'clock and M and I are going to bed.  Tomorrow we go on to Fairbanks.

Pioneer Hotel no longer exists.

Monday, June 26.  Got up about 7:30.  Walked over to the post office.  Got some pictures and some crackers to eat and a can of tomato juice.  Went back to the hotel ate our crackers and juice and then took a nap.  At 12 the hotel boy took our luggage to the bus which took it to the station.  Left at 1:30 for Fairbanks.  Gentle rolling country, green with many flowers.  Arrived at 6:00, took a cab (50cents) to Pioneer Hotel.  Our reservation was ready, room 174.  Has a private bath, $13 a piece a night but it is nice to have a bath.  Went right out to get dinner.  Did it taste good!  Then walked around town.  Went with Mr. Shedd to see the daylight night baseball game - 10 o'clock and still daylight.  Then came home and took a bath.  M fell on the street and skinned her knee.  We do Fairbanks tomorrow so went to bed.

Tuesday, June 27.  Got up at 8:30, dressed and then arranged for a trip out to the dragline.  Took a walk around town then went in a taxi with an elderly couple to see the sights.  Went to the University of Alaska, to the museum - saw stuffed animals - moose, albino seals, birds.  Then on to the dragline where they are doing hydraulic mining.  Got back about 2 and had lunch.  After lunch, M and I came back to the hotel and did some washing and then napped while M did hers.  About 6 we went out for dinner, then wen to the camera shop where I had the film taken out of my camera - it had gotten stuck.  M and I then went to a show.  Saw Errol Flynn in "Four is a Crowd".  Good.  Came back to the hotel about 10 and got some good pictures of the sunset.  Met Mr. and Mrs. Smith from Oregon in front of the hotel.  While we were talking, M called my attention to red haired boy standing there.  Soon he stepped up to Mr. Smith and asked if he knew P. Saylor.  I knew then that it was Paul.  He has been hunting us all day.  Said his mother would come in at 6 tomorrow to see us.  He was catching the bus back to his home about 11 o'clock  It is now 12:30 and still daylight.  It never gets dark anymore.  Picked up a fossil bone for Dad at the mine.  They dig them out of the clay banks.

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Mt McKinley and beyond

Curry Hotel

Friday, June 23, 11PM.  Here we are at Curry Hotel.  M and I in a nice double room.  Got up this morning at Anchorage about 8 o'clock.  They are remodeling the hotel and the men began pounding about then.  There was a trip into Matanuska Valley this morning but M and I decided we would see enough of that country on the train trip to Curry so we saved our money.  I had a light breakfast  - 25 cents - toast and milk.  Then M and I walked around Anchorage and bought some picture post cards.  The hotel took our baggage, now all decorated with Anchorage stickers, down to the station.  I check my big bag through to McKinley Park and kept the other with me.  M checked both her bags to Curry.  We left at 2 PM for Curry.  This time we went through flatter country though mostly covered with small trees and lakes.  At Matanuska, where we picked up the morning trippers, we saw some of the farming country.  Got to Curry about 7.  I took care of my bag and the coats while M went to see about our room.  No trouble at all.  They had our reservation and things were ready for us.  We came up and cleaned up put on my chiffon blouse.  Then we went to dinner - $1.50.  M and I were in the second sitting at 8 o'clock, had fruit cocktail, asparagus, ripe olives, chicken and dressing, potatoes, sting beans, three large biscuits with strawberry jam, tea, and all the ice cream and cake we wanted.  I won't eat again until dinner tomorrow at McKinley.  After dinner, we walked over the swinging bridge over the river back of the hotel.  I hiked way up the mountain, lovely view of the hotel and surrounding country.  The hotel here is a combination railroad depot and hotel.  The train runs right up to the front door.  Mosquitoes are bad, we kept our hankies fluttering to avoid them.  Had a lot of fun and laughs talking in the lunge with other travelers and telling tall stories about work.  The to bed about 11. Tried a time exposure of M and me reflected in the mirror.  Nice room - dresser, two beds, hot and cold water, and a heater you can turn on and off and it really works.  It is now 11:30 and still light enough for me to write without artificial light.  Out our window we see green rolling hills and can hear the river murmuring by.  One some of the hills near by are patches of snow but it is warm and balmy.  Sky was still overcast today and kept us from seeing Mt. McKinley.  Our train leaves about 7:30 tomorrow so must go to bed.

Saturday, June 24.  We were called at 6 am.  M and I got up and dressed.  I went down first and over the swinging bridge again to take pictures.  Got our bags together and were on our way at 7:30.  We climbed again through a canyon crossing and re-crossing streams and rivers.

 Should have seen Mt. McKinley but it is way too cloudy.  Just after we reached the entrance to the park we came into nice sunshine.  We arrived at the hotel about 12.  M came in to see about our room while I looked after the baggage.  They brought our things up on a truck.  There was no trouble about the hotel, our reservations were in.  We have a nice room - 206.  This is a new hotel and everything looks clean and unused.  We have twin beds, a dresser, closet, hot and cold running water, heater, chair table, lamp and window looking out on the mountains.  After we got settled in our room, M and I hiked about 2 miles to the ranger station where they keep the Alaskan huskies they use in the winter to pull the sleds. A ranger took a party of us around to see the sleds and dogs.  M and I took pictures.  We walked back about 4 o'clock with Mr. Shedd and some of his party.  The ranger was very nice.  When we came back, M and I arranged for the trip into the park tomorrow - $25 - Ouch!  Expect to see Karabo (sic) and grizzlies.  We will be gone all day - start at 8:30.  Then we got dressed and had dinner at 6 o'clock.  Wasn't worth $2 - fruit cocktail, olives, tomato soup, pork and dressing, peas, potatoes, three buns, jelly, tea, stale cake and half a pear.  Didn't fill you up.  After dinner, we watched from the lobby while it rained while the sun shone.  Saw the moon for the first time since we left home - white one.  At 8:30 there was a lecture by one of the rangers.  He showed colored slides of the park scenes, flowers and wild life - very good.  Now at 11 o'clock to bed.  I put some color film in my camera.  If it is bright enough will take some color pictures tomorrow.  We are all set for our tip into the park.  Eleven o'clock and still bright daylight.

The adventure continues . . .

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