Wolverine Peak

In an unusually wet summer in Anchorage, a sunny Saturday is not to be wasted.

One such day last month, we set out to climb Wolverine Peak. The peak was high, it was already noon, and I was sick, but we climbed anyway, determined not to miss out on the sunshine.  Four hours later, we stood at the summit and stared down into glacial valleys made miniature from the view on Wolverine Peak.

I saw this little fellow perched on a rock.  Even flies enjoy the view.