Scene at Tangle River Inn
This nameless mountain and lake were across the Denali Highway from our headquarters at the Tangle River Inn. It was 6:30 AM, and there was no wind to disturb the lake. The inn was seemingly in the middle of nowhere. The accommodations were a bit primitive, but, the hospitality was very warm. All the food and fuel for the generator had to be trucked in from hundreds of miles away. Our rooms had private sinks and toilets, but the showers were communal. The inn is used mainly by fishermen and hunters. Dozens of cliff swallows nested under the eaves.