That moment when you decide, “Fuck it, I’m checking two bags,” and can then pack as haphazardly as you want.
The sun at its lowest point on Summer Solstice at Gobbler’s Knob, 40 miles north of the Arctic Circle.
Oh Shit Corner - Dalton Highway
On the drive home, one of my last nights in the Arctic.
Just an arctic bonfire, you know…
I miss Coldfoot.
bug spray :)
Arctic NWR, looking out.
At the Wiseman 4th of July party on July 1st…
The sun will set again for the first time tonight. Summer has flown by.