My Walkabout

The row of mountain bikes catch my eye as I was exiting the bus upon my arrival to the Backcountry...

The clouds parted for just a moment in the same manner that one would imagine the Red sea did for...

We are eight miles from the entrance to Denali National Park as I settle into my comfortable bus seat, along...

My body is still floating on cloud nine as I walk off the plane from Denali Air. The afternoon is...

I received the first voice mail while in Seward......"Denali Air here....break in the weather...if you are around....good time now...", but...

“There is a patience of the wild—dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself—that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in...

The day's first light starts to trickle in over Soldotna as I pack up my gear. My time here has...

I find a small pub that is open as long as one is socially distant. Sitting outside in the Alaskan...

After my day at Lake Clark I sleep better than I have for weeks, and when I awake to a...

I catch the movement in the bushes out of the corner of my eye. Finishing my last bit of smoked...

After my brutally long drive the day before, I sleep like a newborn child in Soldotna, the Kenai river by...

I wake up in the Fairbanks yurt to see the sun has fully risen, which means that I've overslept. Normally...