A wicked rain fall today that has everything soaking wet. I am going to be carrying a lot of weight if I leave here before all this shit dries. I still can't get over the fact I can't buy a damn beer here. I have been through dry counties, counties that only sold 3.2 beer, but never one that sold hard-liquor only. Earlier I saw a pack of wild-dogs pass through here and they were on the hunt, for sure. Skil's stood his ground and my presence nearby convinced them to keep on moving. We ate breakfast at MacDonalds this morning between outbursts of falling water. We are going to walk over into town as soon as we can, just to look around. I'll try to see if I can locate Bill Kroll too. This rain just isn't showing no sign of easing up, though. I can't believe the campsite we have, boy, this is as good as it gets. Wish I had my fly-rod, I bet I could snatch a fish or two out of this river.
August 19th, 2024 - Dog Sledding in Denali
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