Fireweed

After two days in the wilderness, the showers and Laundromat stopped calling our names and began hollering. We left St. Elias and stayed for a night in an RV den to meet our basic hygiene needs, then returned to the road. Heading west and south for the Kenai peninsula, there were mountains, glaciers, and flowers everywhere. We wondered if the Alaska department of tourism had carefully arranged Fireweed to decorate every mountain vista.