At play where the midnight sun holds court
Rusted cans poke out of the sphagnum moss, their visibility diminishing year by year as they become swallowed by vegetation. A few yards distant, beyond the willows, lies a pile of spruce poles. Brush grows amongst the pile, but the square arrangement is still discernible. A former cabin. A former home. Its logs now in … Read more
Note: This is a work of fiction. However, some of the writing was inspired by real events. As the rain fell, it was absorbed into the sod roof. The water worked its way through the various layers of sedges and moss before finally dripping on the floor of the cabin. A layer of spruce boughs … Read more
This is part 6 in a 17 part series that discusses my experiences during my NOLS Semester during my first summer in Alaska in 2013. We spent 75 days in the backcountry, 25 days sea kayaking in Prince William Sound (discussed in parts 1-5) and 50 continuous days hiking and glacier mountaineering in Wrangell Saint-Elias … Read more