"Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever Thou hadst formed the earth and the world,
even from everlasting to everlasting, Thou art God."
We pulled out in the yet dark morning
but the coffee in our cups was still warm when the sun
started his journey into the new day's sky.
Heading south, we were so pleased to look to the south and watch the
pink glow warm the snow on the Alaska Range of mountains.
Mt McKinley or Denali (the "Great One") is the highest peak in
all of North America. It glowed rich and warm with the sun's earliest rays.
As the miles grew behind us, we drove away from these beauties.
The glacier-fed braided river stayed next to us for awhile--
until we eventually turned eastward in our new journey.
Our eyes lingered on Denali for as long as it stayed in our view.
There would be many more spectacular mountains to come in the days ahead,
but this one was so special as its glory had been visible throughout the
weeks we lived in Fairbanks. Like a friend.
Goodbye, O Great One.