I've been flying around with my boss lately to the Noatak, Canning, Koyukuk...It never ceases to amaze me how he can land and take off on a strip that's maybe 200 feet long.
View from the Noatak River.
|Flying over the Brooks range and about to enter the clouds of doom.|
|Kevin. The oversize load driver that picked me up.|
They say that when the fireweed stops blooming then summer's over. Looks like I still have a couple weeks.
I went up a drainage about 8 miles, then climbed up and over a pass that was still snow-logged. As much as I love them, Keen sandals were not the ideal footwear on this trip...
It seemed like the bear, that left these piles of shit everywhere, was following exactly the same path I was taking. I had my bear spray and gun at the hip.
|Right before it started pouring rain.|
I was only wearing my bugshirt, bra and pants at this point. All my warm clothing was 4 miles downstream by my pack. I was pretty miserable. It was type 2 fun at this point.
|At least I got to the glaciers right?|
Next day I hiked 15 miles through a drainage, camped the night, and got picked up the next morning by a city council member from Dutch Harbor that decided to try his luck at goldmining up North. He had a big take-out box of lemongrass chicken, which he gifted me after looking at the sad state of my drenched clothing.