I have fond memories of
Three years ago, I'd piled into a beer-stocked van with my friends from the USCG Healy and driven out in search of the local
Despite this failure, we'd spotted some musk oxen up on a hillside and ventured up to see them. My friend Chris is a wildlife photographer. He set up his tripod on the ridge and waited an hour to get all the shots he wanted. Though it was only early October, it was far below zero with the wind blowing and light patches of snow everywhere. Few of us had brought our heavy-weight sea gear and only our drunkenness kept us huddled behind a rock staring down these squat, wooly, paleolithic survivors.
Later, we found a warmer valley with a lake connected to the
This trip to