Woke up this morning and for the second time this trip had to remove each tire from the car to chisel out mud — by the fourth tire I had lost feeling in my fingers, making the job considerably more interesting. There was another snow storm last night, so the road through Denali was completely shut down for most of the day. When it did open there were less than fifteen vehicles on it — imagine if there were only fifteen cars in all of Yosemite Valley, and that’s what it’s been like out here today, just very quiet and peaceful. Did some hiking, a grizzly and a few caribou made brief appearances, but unfortunately the wolves remain elusive.
"My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?" — David Mitchell