You don't go to Denali -
Denali comes to you.
It was late afternoon "magic hour" when I planted myself and three tripods at the north end of Wonder Lake. Mt. McKinley was teasingly poking its head out of the clouds and around midnight the wind died down (much to my-and the mozzies-relief). Slowly, as things cooled down, the clouds dissipated. Magic hour extended for hours into the not-so-dark Alaskan summer night as the sky transformed into a wonderfully rich, deep blue color. Ambient, indirect sunlight shone on the Alaska Range as snow-clad Denali reflected on the misty surface of Wonder Lake.
I had gone to Denali... and "Blue Wonder" had come to me.