August 11 Walt's plane buzz sounded so fine. We had an incredibly beautiful flight south and west over glaciers by the Continental Divide. My father and I set up camp by the Hulahula River, and I made a good midnight dinner for us. My father also brought his little Walkman with speakers. Bob Marley on the tundra at midnight with my father and pints of Guinness.
Life is beautiful.
The weather was decent all day, and my Pop put up a valiant effort for his first day of hiking on the tundra. He finally decided that a nap would suffice, wisely, while I hiked a little more. Two golden eagles lured me to walk up a nearby hill for a better view of them. One of the eagles was dive-bombing straight down. I couldn't see an animal for prey.