An arctic Summer Solstice.

Taken around 12:30 a.m. at Gobbler’s Knob on Alaska’s Dalton Highway.

Last summer, I wasn’t at all aprehensive about picking up and heading up to Alaska for 3 months. It was an amazing experience. This time around I was worried this summer would somehow fall short of last year. My worries were quickly put to rest as soon as we crossed over the imaginary line 66┬░ 33’ N latitude that is the Arctic Circle. I was worried the people I would meet wouldn’t be able to live up to the friends I’d made last year, and that the Visitor Center would lack the┬ácamaraderie of Coldfoot Camp. So far, everyone I’ve met has been amazing and I’m still part of the Coldfoot family. We have a pretty good crew here at the Visitors Center too, and there are some really cool people that work down by the airstrip. Coldfoot definitely attracts some interesting people.

I was worried this summer couldn’t live up to last summer, but I’ve quickly come to find the two aren’t even comparable. They’ve both been amazing and unforgetable, but in extremely different ways. Summer Solstice is quickly approaching, a deeply treasured time in the land of the midnight sun which spends a month of winter in darkness.