I’m pretty sure I have posted this photo before, but revisiting it is fun. I love this photo. There’s real and genuine happiness on my face, that as an adult I’ve never seen captured. Obviously I experience happiness quite often as an adult but I rarely get to witness it outside of my perspective. I love this photo. I was so excited to be in Denali national park this day. Every fall they do a lottery in which the winners get to drive their own personal vehicles into the park as far as they wish. The roads are narrow and windy so during the regular season they’re only open to the tour buses. Early in the spring I mentioned to @evitpol that I so badly wanted to do this. I actually paid to enter us both to double my chances of winning. We of course, didn’t win and I was bummed but it was out of my control and not everything I want is meant to be. But a few weeks before the lottery weekend, Duncan managed to snag us a ticket and I was over the moon . I mean, dance in my office, squeal like a little girl, smile all day happy. I have loved Denali since I was a little girl, and throughout the few visits in my lifetime I had somehow never managed to go farther into the park than a couple miles. This was my chance to explore and drool in awe of the extensive wilderness of Denali. The mountain itself was an added bonus. I’ve seen it many times; and know a lot about it. As a kid, I was obsessed with mountain climbing and reading every story about Denali or Everest there was. What I was truly obsessed with was the stories and recounts my mother would tell about her expedition on Denali. I was amazed. I was inspired. She was my mountain scaling adventure seeking strong willed idol.
The mountain and the park have always thrilled me, warmed me, and drove my curiosity. And I love that this photo, and my expression especially, explain all this without the need for a caption.