Earlier in the year our Friend Quentin approached us with the idea of a trip to the
Alaskan interior in the Summer. We made our arrangements and before we knew it, Sara and I found ourselves on a plane bound for Anchorage in early August. Quent had kept the trip a secret from Christina until a few days before departure. As a second
surprise she discovered that Sara and I were accompanying them on the trip when we met them at the airport. That first day we meet with Quent's brother, Nathan, who was kind enough to lend us his truck for the trip. We then gathered our gear and headed north to
Talkeetna where we spent the night.

Sara in the morning, outside our
accommodations.

The George Parks Highway.

Denali viewpoint....where we couldn't yet see Denali since it was too foggy.
Foolin' around.