Babies must ride in a car seat on the shuttle, which is clearly safer, but also meant I had to time his feeding and changing schedule just right. He travels very well but the “what ifs” were bouncing around in my brain. What if he needed a diaper change and we were far from a stop? He doesn’t cry much (if he did we never would have taken him on the shuttle), but what if he had one of those very rare fits of tears?
Then there was the biggest question of all.
What if “the mountain” doesn’t come out? During the summer the mountain is shrouded in clouds 70-80% of the time.
I wanted so badly to see Mount McKinley in all of its 20,320′ of glory.
Like most of life, my worries were unnecessary. Let’s be real, I can’t control the weather so why worry, but Thing 3? Well, I can’t control him either, but he ended up doing great on the shuttle.
As we rode down the bumpy gravel Park Road we rounded the bend to be greeted by the largest mountain in North America: Denali or Mount McKinley, her peaks clearly visible against the cloud streaked sky.