Twenty-four years ago, this group–Dave, Paula, Joyce, Paul–set out on a trip to Alaska. We made it as far as Denali when we got word of a death in Dave’s family. Before we caught our train to Fairbanks, we had the morning in Denali with time for a short hike and a sled dog demonstration.

From Fairbanks Dave and I caught a flight back to be with his family. My folks continued on with the scheduled trip.

Mom and Dad sent us postcards from each stop along the way. And a few weeks later we received a photo album with captions like the one above.

Life was hectic for all of us back then, so it took a long time for us to plan to do it again. This is the week–the same itinerary, almost exactly the same dates. We’ll miss Mom and her bear bell!

I plan to write a few posts along the way. Not sure how that will go since I (for once) am not going to carry my computer. And, except for this one, I will only be posting about the trip on my blog at https://paulanixon.com

If you have a spare moment, check it out, and feel free to leave me a comment.