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Teena and Geoff are in Alaska, in Denali tonight

I just got a call from Mrs. Translator (she found a place to charge her telephone) and they are having a ball. They are in a cabin (gratis, from the owner who lives in Arkansas, in our town) that usually costs $270 a night. Cool. They are on the water, and the train comes around now and then.

It rained today, so they put off the train trip until tomorrow. They did hike some trails, and Mrs. Translator is well enough to climb quite a bit (she has something akin to COPD and a bad ankle due to an injury), and astonsished herself by reaching a goal. Geoff climbed up a very difficult slope, and there may be pictures, depending on how they turn out when examined.

Geoff saw a moose, but did not have the camera at the time. They are going to do the flight over McKinley either tomorrow or the next day, then to Anchorage. She promises to send pictures from Anchorage when they are in a motel with high speed access. I will post the best ones here. The important part is that they are having a ball. Warmest regards, Doc.

Teena and Geoff are in Alaska!

They got there early yesterday morning in Fairbanks, and are doing well.  The were fagged out by the long plane trip, but have both recovered.

They headed to a private cabin next to Denali NP today, and made it there a while ago.  Becasue of a little luck and a connection with folks in Arkansas, they have to pay only tips since the owner and Mrs. Translator are close friends.  Sometimes you get a plus!

They are right on the water, and both of them told me that it was gorgious.  They will take pictures, and I will post the best of them after they get computer access in a couple of days when they get to Anchorage.  This is the trip of their lives for both of them, and I am very happy that it is happening.

There is a Rest of the Story.  Mrs. Translator and I were dating seriously in 1976, when my parents (no longer with us) and I drove to Alaska in a 1973 Chevy Impala and a travel trailer.  We sold the car and trailer to pipeline workers and flew back.  Years later, my Mum indicated regret that we had not taken the furture Mrs. Translator on that trip, but thought that it would be somewhat improper.  She was likely right, as we could not keep our hands off of each other at the time.  Being 18 and 17 is a special time.  However, we were married just a year later and still are.  Warmest regards, Doc.