Lin Yu'an piloted the plane, heading south all the way. He set the cruising altitude at nine thousand five hundred feet. At this altitude, the air was smooth, and the view was excellent.
Soon, the roof of the North American Continent—the majestic Alaska Range—appeared right in front of them with an overwhelming presence.
Mountains over four thousand meters high stood silently between heaven and earth, like a group of white giants.
The sunlight shone on their steep, glacier-covered cliffs, reflecting a dazzling light. Huge glaciers, like rivers frozen in time, poured down from the cracks of the peaks, ending in a deep blue hue.
"Look! That's Denali!" Aliya suddenly put down the map and pointed excitedly at a giant white peak far more imposing and majestic than any others around it.
Hearing their mother's excited voice, the two little ones also turned their gaze toward the gigantic white mountain.
