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“НАШЕ ЖИТТЯ”, ЧЕРВЕНЬ 2009 31 Nine Kozaks in Alaska (the tenth took the photo) From there, we moved eastward, to Denali National Park. “The Great One” (which was once named after President McKinle y and has now been reclaimed and renamed by Alaska’s Native Americans) sits at the center of the park and is the highest mountain in North America. The park has no paved roads, and the RVs bumped and bounced along. After a while, the Kozaks learned to put things away so they wouldn’t fall all over the cabins and on our heads. Then we found the glaciers. First you feel a chilly breeze. Then you stand as still as you can and listen. There is a great roaring sound as the 500 - yard wall of ice splinters, sendin g a chunk of itself into the sea. The experience was the first time I ever truly thought about global warming; it became an opportunity to teach something to the grandchildren. Leaving this primeval scene, we encountered a totem - pole carpenter shop, with N ative American craftsmen teaching the art of totem - pole carving with somewhat modernized tools. Returning to Anchorage, we turned in our houses on wheels and took a side trip to Juneau. Alaska’s capital is not on the state’s system of highways and byways — it can be reached only by boat or plane. One of our adventures here was typical of what Ukrainians do when they travel — having lunch with another Ukrainian, our old friend Hanusia Stadnychenko who used to live in Phila - delphia. Later, while cruising from An chorage to Vancouver, we again did what Ukrainians typically do when they travel — touring this beautiful city, we looked for (and unfortunately did not find) the monument to Petro Polityka (“that Ukrainian” who helped Canada and Russia decided what lands be longed to which country). All too soon, the odyssey was over and we were flying home. Our children and grandchildren thanking their father/grandfather for the wonderful trip. “Wow!” they said. “But this is only forty - nine. We haven’t been to North Dakota yet.” An Old Farmer's Advice Every path has a few puddles. Don 't corner somethin' you know's meaner'n you. Life is simpler when you plow around the stump. Live a good life. That way, when you get older and think back, you'll enjoy it a second time .
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