The next day found us at Hatcher Pass - rather as close as we could get. The road was terribly washed out and after a few miles, the wild low and high bush blueberries distracted us from going much further.
Alpine meadows with fireweed.
Fireweed and arctic cotton
Still hiking up the road.
On the trail.
Blueberries!
Who needs water when there are blueberries to gather?
Fireweed meadows
The next day after this "hike", dreaming of blueberry scones, I sought a local massage.