This actually happened yesterday but my spirit is still singing this morning.

Flying from Fairbanks to Anchorage in a gorgeously sunny day, the pilots went off course and flew us around Denali, the Great One (Mt. McKinley, 20,320 feet above sea level). It was awesome ("The black specks down there are climbers on the mountain"), blue and white and jagged and immense and almost eerily beautiful.

Later I heard an airline man tell someone that the pilot had said he planned to do this- and that it was the first time he had done it since 9/11.