| cl | | | | roads through the small towns of Wasilla, Willow or |
| Alaskan winds blow more than chill. But only if | | | | Palmer, up the winding mountain highway to Hatcher |
| someone listens carefullyâ¦. That is what the | | | | Pass have the opportunity to hear the wondrous |
| guide murmured to Jason Whitney, President of First | | | | tales carried in the winds. |
| Fidelity Reserve as he pointed out one majestic view | | | | But few hear the yesterday tales drawn from |
| in the wilderness of Alaska. These winds, the guide | | | | Alaskan history, the hardship and seclusion, and the |
| said whispers about the hoarded secrets along the | | | | fever that lured courageous men and brave women |
| high slopes of snow-dusted mountain peaks. Across | | | | to the wild northlands, the last frontier. But one word |
| the verdant alpine tundra ninety miles northwest of | | | | did fire human imagination. It became the foundation |
| Anchorage. Or beside the lovely glacier-fed Little | | | | for Alaskaâs Twentieth Century prosperity. |
| Susitna River tumbling seaward. | | | | That word as GOLD! |
| Only the curious...the adventurous souls who climb the | | | | |