For our 10th anniversary this year, we finally took the trip we’ve been talking about taking—an Alaskan cruise. And not just a cruise, but one of the so-called “cruisetours” offered by Princess, where you spend the first few days on land followed by a week at sea. (Or vice versa, though we did do the land portion first.)
The land portion of our trip wasn’t just any old tour—it was five days in and around Denali National Park, split between two of Princess’s wilderness lodges. (The “wilderness” owed to their locations, not the amenities. We weren’t roughing it, trust me.) After flying into Fairbanks the day before the actual start of the cruisetour, we took a bus to our first lodge, the Denali Princess Wilderness Lodge in Denali National Park. And when I say our room there had a view, I mean it had a view, as you can see from the photo below.
The next day was our first full day, and the bulk of the first half was spent on a guided natural history tour into the park. The weather that day was a pretty solid overcast for the most part, which didn’t exactly bode well for our chances of catching a glimpse of the park’s main attraction—Denali (a.k.a. Mount McKinley) itself; as it was over 70 miles away from where we were, cloud cover was not our friend. But lo and behold, a couple hours into the tour, we caught a break, and this is what we saw:
Even at 70 miles away, Denali was huge. Not just tall (tallest in North America), but so massively broad. But it wasn’t just Denali… it seemed like everywhere you looked was just another opportunity to see something stunning…
The following day was mostly a travel day between the two Princess lodges, but instead of bus, we were treated to a five-hour train ride through the heart of Denali on one of Princess’s glass-domed travel trains. I love trains (love them), so this was just a treat, and with the glass-domed roofs, the views were spectacular. However, taking photos through them wasn’t as easy as it would seem, as the glass pretty much ensured that any shots that weren’t straight-on would suffer from reflections. Eventually, a bunch of us figured out that the best way to shoot from the train wasn’t from the cars themselves but from the exposed platforms between the cars. There were signs on the platforms, of course, warning you not to lean on or over the rails, blah blah blah, but you can pretty much guess how much attention we were paying to those.
Upon arriving at the second lodge, the McKinley Princess Wilderness Lodge, we were greeted with a light rain and solid overcast. Denali, despite the fact that we were half the distance to the mountain as at the previous lodge, was completely obscured behind a wall of clouds, so I was thinking it was a really good thing we lucked out in seeing Denali a couple of days ago, even if from further away.
The next morning, the rain had stopped, and the sun was out in patches, but Denali was still nowhere to be seen. Our plans, however, had us heading into the nearby town of Talkeetna to spend a couple of hours at the Sun Dog Kennels, home to 11-time Iditarod musher Gerald Sousa. We had been looking forward to riding behind the dogs and, perhaps more importantly, getting a chance to play with the puppies who would become the next generation of sled dogs. But the visit—through entertaining in spots—wasn’t quite what we were expecting (it didn’t help that we were the only two people in our particular tour time, so I don’t think they quite knew how to work with such a small group). Still fun, but a bit disappointing.
Upon returning to the lodge, still no sign of Denali in whole, though the clouds were definitely burning off a bit, allowing us to catch good glimpses of all but the upper part of the mountain. Now at this point, I should mention a rather cool amenity of the lodge: You can leave your name on what amounts to a wake-up list, where the lodge will call your room during the night should the view to Denali clear up. So, duh, our name went on the list. And at around 5:30 the following morning, the call came. My sweetie wasn’t quite interested in getting out of bed just then. Me, I was already dressed and out the door—and I got to see this:
By the time we had finished breakfast and were heading back to the room to pack from our trip from the lodge to our departure port of Whittier, the view was no less spectacular:
What an amazing way to start our trip.
(On to Part Two…)