5:30am on an Arctic morning and I was barefoot, standing in three inches of wet snow, wearing just my boxer shorts and holding a 12-gauge shotgun in my hand. That was the moment I realized the absurdity of what I…
Absurdity
Atop an Arctic Ridge
When I first saw the Kokolik River from the approaching bush plane, I was disappointed. The undramatic river flows quickly out of the Brooks Range and does not become large enough to float a canoe until it is well away…