Shadow of Denali “See that mountain? It looks close, but it is three HUNDRED miles away.” It was forty below zero Fahrenheit and February in Alaska, and the mountain was Denali. Alaskans called it Denali even then, now everyone will. The morning was early. The pick-up truck was so cold it was painful to sit still. It was hard to even think about unloading the bicycles much less riding. My digits were numb. The man I’d just met, the fellow…..