The winding ribbon of asphalt dissecting the Chugach and Talkeetna mountains stair-stepped toward the Lion’s Head and beyond. Jagged-razor edged peaks–as well as monstrous marshmallow domes–overlooked the ice encrusted Matanuska River where 2-foot thick ice chunks, undercut by blue-gray water, slumped from her banks, water bubbling through open spots. Back dropped by robin egg sky, the ageless white peaks, parent-like, smiled in approval. And God clapped His hands.
