Ah-laska

When the pilot tipped the wings to show us the summit of Mt. McKinley, the cabin became hushed.

As we appeared to be floating noiselessly over the range, he pointed out the East and West Buttresses and mentioned seeing a base camp for climbers.

I admire and respect anyone who would engage in mountaineering, especially after having read Into Thin Air by John Krakauer–one gets a real sense of the monumental challenges climbers face during these epic events.

I looked down at the seven-year old Inupiat boy left in my charge for the flight, sleeping silently coiled on the seat. I desperately wanted to rustle him from his sleep so he could witness the majestic mountains. Instead, I reached down and tucked the blanket in tight around his neck.

© Teresita Abad Doebley. All rights reserved 2009-2011.

Quote of the Day for YOU: Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. —Edgar Allan Poe

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