After dinner it was time to head
back to Merrill Field where we would meet Andy.
As Dad drove toward the airfield in downtown Anchorage, I could see
Mount Susitna in the distance. The
mountain was called the Sleeping Lady.
It really did look like the form of a woman sleeping with her hair flared
out around her head. Dad pretended not to
know anything about it so I could tell him the sad story. Long ago Anchorage was the Valley of the
Giants. A giant couple lived there, and
one day the man went out hunting. The
woman told him that she would pick berries and then nap until he returned. When her basket was full and her man had not
returned, she lay down by the water and fell asleep. She still lies there dreaming of his return. I wondered silently how long it would be until
she could wake.
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