I’m missing Denali much more than I thought I would. I dreamed I was standing with my family in an Alaska Range valley—a mile-wide braided river with banks of vast orange-red tundra rimmed by craggy snow-capped peaks—and the enveloping light of near-Arctic fall made everything glow. All the life in everything had turned into light and was speaking in signals. And somehow I knew it was a dream, that I wasn’t there then, and so I was crying and so happy and so sad.

I’m missing Denali much more than I thought I would.

I dreamed I was standing with my family in an Alaska Range valley—a mile-wide braided river with banks of vast orange-red tundra rimmed by craggy snow-capped peaks—and the enveloping light of near-Arctic fall made everything glow. All the life in everything had turned into light and was speaking in signals. And somehow I knew it was a dream, that I wasn’t there then, and so I was crying and so happy and so sad.

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