When I first toured Alaska many years ago, I visited Denali National Park. The tour guide was a young Athabaskan woman named Jackie (Sadly, I do not remember her last name.) She was so knowledgeable about everything concerning the park: its history, the wide array of different animals, as well as the various flora. During one of the breaks, I asked her about what she did during the harsh winters when the park was closed. Her eyes lit up. She then...
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