August. Faith and I are dropped off by bush plane in the Wind River Drainage, 100 miles from any settlement or road in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
This backpacking trip fulfilled my Jack-London-inspired childhood dreams of northern mountainous exploration. It was just the two of us, 300 caribou, and several grizzlies for 5 adventure-filled, perfect, epic days. WARNING: lots of me-photos that Faith took
|Leaving us behind|
We were walking back to our tent through some willows, I look to the right by the riverbank, and then.... "What the FUCK is that?!" We'd found a missile/rocket/unidentified flying object. It had no defining markings. If anyone has any clue what this is, please do tell.
We'd just climbed up to the top of a cliff with a view of some peaks, and were walking down a roaring creek through a thicket of willows. I turn a corner and there's the bear. Faith grabbed the air horn. The bear ran into the willows. After regaining our hearing we continued back to camp. We later spotted another bear up on a ridge chasing some caribou.
|Fall colors and no mosquitoes|
We found a bleached moose skull and knocked out several of its teeth with a rock (currently in the possession of my little sister--she was thrilled).
This north face mountaineering tent was great... but my sleeping bag got wet, and I didn't bring a pad... so I had to sleep inside two garbage bags at night. Not too comfortable.
Rocking the Lakeside Nordic Jacket
There were caribou everywhere, so I infiltrated several of their herds by crawling on my stomach through some blueberry bushes. They're not too savvy...
Antlers of all sorts:
And we're lost....
Some of the scenery:
Drinking unfiltered water, and no, I didn't get giardia:
It rained, but the sunset was nice:
Catching some Vitamin D:
View on the way home: