Yet another long delay in the return to the blogosphere, but I think we’re just going to have to deal with the fact that blogging has dropped off my radar now that I come home and fall asleep. That, and because I spend my days working on the computer, so really, prose in the evening is like asking for carpel tunnel. Seriously.

<-- Denali from 75 miles off. I actually need to go to sleep now, but I thought I’d post some pictures from a recent trip to Denali, about 250 miles north of me. Coming later, perhaps: Katie falls for yet another friend, proving true the theory of “When Harry met Sally,” and the possibility of 2008 on the North Slope. If that doesn’t whet your appetite, this will: brownies, dumplings, martinis and blue cheese olives. Hungry now? I thought so.

The Great One from about 60 mile off. -->


This is an amazing shot, because you can actually see the mountain.