Micah and I part ways. Awww.
Tis a glimpse of Heaven when nary the night threatens the day.
I sit here, in the Alaska airport, he boards the plane. The trip is coming to a close.
We racked up 1998 miles with some 90 gallons of gasoline at $4.25 a gallon. Alaska has just about everything you could ever want out of a vacation - except palm tree beaches.
You can hunt, fish, fly, climb, camp, backpack, swim, boat, ski, sleddog, drive and birdwatch. This place has it all. I don't know why more people don't vacation here.
Imagine camping and sitting by the fire, at midnight, under early dusk. I could spend a week just backpacking as the sunlight would illuminate the bears and moose for miles.
I'm sure both of us will post more pictures, each of us on our respective blogs, and I'm not sure the fate of this blog. I leave that to Micah.
If I was to return, I'd require two trips. One to sleddog and the other to enjoy the hunt, the camping, the endless day.
"So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man's living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun." — Chris McCandless
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