I ventured down the Denali Highway, craving the wild and untamed. But as I ascended, so did the numbing cold. A quick glance at the thermometer chilled my spirit—27 degrees. Come morning, my water would be solid ice. Amidst the frigid air, I snapped these photos, capturing fleeting moments before retreating to lower ground, where the temperature reluctantly skirted freezing. There, in the realm of thaw, I was rewarded with the presence of majestic moose, symbols of untamed beauty. Fear not, Denali, for I shall return when warmth graces your domain, drawn by an allure that knows no bounds.
