We then headed over to the Denali Visitor Center to get our pass to enter the rest of the park. We decided against the bus tour and instead drove our own vehicle as far up the road as we were allowed. We then did the two mile hike along the Savage Canyon Trail. The grandchildren spent the time with various degrees of enthusiasm (and consciousness). Rowen absolutely loved “his adventure.” The weather cooperated beautifully. Alistair was particularly funny when he insisted on walking rather than being carried—every time we came to a stone in the trail, he would square up on top of it and jump off with both feet—even if it was flat with the ground.
The hiking took longer than expected, making it so we skipped lunch (aside from some snacks), so we went for an early dinner at Moose AKa’s right when they opened. As the name suggests, their speciality is moussaka and other Eastern European dishes—such as the stuffed schnitzel that Peter and I both ordered. It was a good sized meal, but we still cleared every plate.
I think that we wore the children and ourselves out.