Up and out early to grab the bus to the train depot. We were in a dome-topped railcar from Fairbanks to Denali, the trip lasted about 4 hours. And - finally - a moose for Bryn! Early on the trip, Reed and Bret spotted the back of one off of their side of the train, Bryn missed it. Bryn has searched in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Wyoming, Montana, British Columbia, Alberta, and New Brunswick and never saw a live, wild moose, so Alaska was literally the last frontier in moose hunting. Hooray! One was spotted off of the left side of the train, and we were able to snap a not-great photo. Can you see the cow moose in the water? No antlers. Still looking for the big bull with a full rack of antlers.
Clear blue skies gave us stupendous views of snow-capped Mt McKinley. Denali is an Athabaskan word for this mountain, "The Great One." We were met by another bus at the Denali Depot, and transported to the Mt McKinley Chalets. We had lunch and did a little shopping and looking around before heading to a dinner theater about early Alaskans. "Cabin Nite" featured all-you-can-eat salmon and ribs (10 ribs for Bret!). In fact, it was a rib-roaring good time!
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