By taking the ferry from Whittier to Valdez, we’d missed the Glenn Highway from Anchorage to Glenallen. So we drove past Glenallen, turned left around Paxson for the old Denali Highway, and came back thru Anchorage and onto the Glenn. Got a better view of Mt Denali this time.

Lucy couldn’t walk over the sway bridge, so someone had to stay with her so she wouldn’t be a bear snack. Mary and I took turns but didn’t get very far to the glacier beyond. We took the Nabesna road back into Wrangell/St Elias National Park, but it was so rainy we couldn’t see anything. So we headed back to Tok, and into Canada. At the border crossing, the border guard asked the usual border crossing questions, and then ended with, “Do you have any pelts or animal skins?” I said, “No,” because we didn’t. So he said, “OK, so let me ask this again. Do you have any pelts?” “No,” I said again. “Then what is that beside you then?” he asked. I looked down at Lucy, softly snoring. “That’s my dog,” I said. “Lucy, wake up! Wake up or they’re hauling me to jail!” She didn’t wake up, but the guard waved me through anyway. Kluane was beautiful, as usual, and by now the mosquitos at the Yukon Provincial parks were almost tolerable.