Part 9 of the Alaska Series. Click here to start reading at Part 1: Above the Arctic Circle.
It was as magic to be far from the madding crowd as it was strange. Dawn starts at around 5am with sunrise at 7am, but the late summer arctic sun only rises a third of the way up from the horizon, moving from east to west in a long, slow arc. Sunset is around 9pm but dusk remains until 10:30 or even 11 at night, which is when the light finally gives way to the glorious display of stars and Northern Lights.
Snow clouds greeted us when we woke on our last day, with flurries in camp and a dusting in the mountains. Steve and I were a little reluctant for our adventure to end and we were all sorts of happy when the camp guides told us it was unlikely that the plane would be flying in today.
But as we know, all things come to an end and while we were having a celebratory hot chocolate for breakfast, we heard the distant but unmistakable drone of a plane nearing camp. We and our gear were bundled into the two planes and we waved goodbye to new friends as our plane lifted off. A night in Kotzebue, then suddenly we were in Anchorage with the modern world pressing in.
Before we went to Alaska, I joked with Steve saying I wanted to wear pink camo gear and take nail polish. He just laughed because he knew I'd much rather wander around the wilderness looking for bears and wolves than file my nails. Now I have a pink hoodie that I bought at the top of the world - the only colour the Kotzbue store had in a women's size.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
This post is the last in the Alaska Series. Thanks for sharing the journey with me!