Ten years ago I celebrated the summer solstice at the Arctic Circle, ten hours to the north of Anchorage, Alaska. A week earlier, we had flown into Anchorage, one of the only real cities in the forty ninth state. We left Fairbanks at five p.m. to make it to the Arctic Circle before midnight for …
Yukon River Our entire trip through Alaska was amazing but to truly experience Alaska, or as the slogan goes “The way America was” you either have to fly on a bush plane into the middle of nowhere or you need to survive the Dalton Highway. This is real Alaska; its surreal. There is no …