And what did he find at the top of the rise? Take a look...as the braided river makes its wide and meandering way to Cook's Inlet. "Good luck driving south," I said. "Not driving south," he responded, motioning to his 18-wheeler. "He's driving south." His sleeping partner was going to pull the duty for that one. Beauty affects us all. Truckers, accountants, retired teachers...we all observe and take note.