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The Final Frontier. The Call of the Wild.

In the summer of 2008, I spent 2 weeks in Southern Alaska. Our journey took us from Anchorage to Talkeetna, around Denali (Mt. McKinley), over to Valdez (next to the Pipeline), around the Prince William Sound (amongst glaciers and icebergs), and finally to Homer (on The Spit). The lands are savage and rough, endless mountain ranges, valleys, rivers, and plains. Although we missed the solstice, there is still something special about the light in this place, it lingers and slowly morphs the landscapes into magical wonderlands. This obviously presents incredible opportunities for photography, and even though I certainly took advantage as much as possible, I still couldn’t help but feel like I’d need about 2 years more time to really get my fill.

There is also something to be said for the quirky culture in Alaska. A young local informed us that the average Alaskan party consisted of more guns and beer than people (and we did notice that it’s hard to find a roadsign without bullet holes). There is a serious disrespect for the environment, which I found shocking, and thankfully the population isn’t very dense or the consequences would be drastic. However, the residents that we came across were all very friendly and generally interesting people. In general, Alaska remains an amazing place to visit, but it certainly takes a special type of person to live there.