I climbed it back in 2006 and when I moved to Alaska in 1988, I pulled the car over on the highway and stood staring at this perfect mountain. I was thrilled when I first saw it, and I am thrilled anew every time I see it again!
Chico is guarding the tree - poor guy, nothing under for him. While we were in Hawaii, we dropped Chico off to "vacation" on the mainland where he could be spoiled by Grandma and play with his new best friend Brutus.
We had a very relaxed Christmas, lots of family time which is what you always remember long after any gifts are forgotten. Goldfish has a great family, and while I sorely missed mine spread all over North America (she is so lucky to have everyone in one place!), I had a great time.
The day after Christmas, we flew back to Unalaska. Flying onto the island is always an adventure, and this time was no exception as anyone who flew out here during that time frame can attest. How the pilot found a little hole between storms to land us safely is beyond me, and those Saabs sure are tough little planes!