I’m starting to feel like every day is Thursday. The days run together and I’m never fully aware of the date or day of the week.

We return to Anchorage via southbound train on Monday. We have a couple days off before we head back up to Denali Thursday.

Our first group is smaller and is getting off in Talkeetna. A short three hour jaunt. They’re drinking and the gratuities are good.

We load another group on to continue on to Denali.

I’m feeling better physically and I’m trying to keep up with good foods so I don’t end up depleted again. Still my body reminds me of my disabilities. I’m fighting this more this summer.

We eat some good food and then it’s off to our room. I’m out of bracelets that say “Alaska”. Which seems to be the winter of the “Denial” ones. I should make a few. But I don’t. I’m happy to mindlessly scroll through Instagram. I get sleepy and pull my sleep mask over my eyes. The sun is still bright and peaks around the edges of the curtains. Even though it’s 8:30pm.