... In the morning, we enjoyed the fact that we seemed to be the only people in the universe for a little while, got outside of some chow and headed up above the falls, where the good stuff is.

We were only going up for the day and were had no intentions of tackling anything difficult. That said, the short climb above the falls and into the upper valley was still enough to quickly break a sweat and keep it flowing.
As soon as we got over the lip, the terrain was not steep really, but young boulder fields can always be tricky.
But the day could not have been any better. Just enough clouds in the sky to make it interesting to watch but not enough to ever keep us out of the direct sunlight.
The trail really really fades out here. Let's be honest, most vehicle enthusiasts seem to be allergic to putting a pack on there back and walking. And in this case, the number of vehicles that make their way to the falls on a nice summer weekend cause most of the hiking snobs to go elsewhere. In both cases... their loss!
Ziggy has proven to be very adept at picking out the smallest trail signs and leading the way in the spots where it can be a little harder to follow the path. And he puts in at least twice the distance every day compared to me as he runs back and forth urging us to catch up.
Once you move a little further into the upper valley it really flattens out, even as the peaks jump up steeper and more jagged around you
Since we were only planning on enjoying the day up here, and not beginning anything epic, we only wandered a little bit further toward the back of this drainage. If we had been so inclined, the trail... if you can follow it... IF you can find it... continues another 30 miles or so, stopping at three remote "cabins" built up in the peaks by the local mountaineering club, climbing several peaks, making several traverses, stopping at the wreckage of a WWII bonber up on a glacier and finally returning to the road system near Hatcher Pass. Just head for the peak in the distance here and turn left. it's easy.
That was not part of our plan for the weekend however.

So after a wonderful day with no one else in our universe, we turned around and headed back down. Arriving at the tent, we realized that if we hurried... we could break camp, haul ass and maybe make it back to Wasilla for margaritas. After sweating all day in the high country sun... that sounded like a good idea and we practically ran the 5 miles from the tent to the rig.

Andmore importantly, once we were back in cell phone coverage and checked... Chepos was open 'til 11! So we had margaritas outside on the deck to close out a long Alaska summer day.
So... the '80 only played a small part... but it got me to where i needed to be for everything else that made up my weekend.
Mark...