The wasp stung me in the eye three times. I instinctively tried to swat the wasp, but being protected behind my glasses I could only punch myself in the face.
The Alaskan sun stayed out all night drinking and is waiting for us behind the cabin door with irritable fists. Eyes pummelled by unrelenting morning. Further explorations in Denali National Park.Read more "Irradiated Meat On Mt Healy"