Yukon River Camp
The Jeep covered in mud from the Dalton highway. Yukon River camp is one of the few outposts that supply fuel.
Wiseman Hike
A stroll through some Black Spruce forests to an old graveyard in the village of Wiseman
Arctic resting place
Many interesting grave markers in Wiseman. Almost all were made of wood and many were too worn to be read. Many of the people here were miners and presumably lived a hard life. I cannot imagine the difficulties of surviving 40 or 50 winters in a remote town so far north.
Wiseman Church Cabin
The town of Wiseman holds their local church service in what appears to be an old trappers cabin.
Dall Sheep!
A flock of sheep on top of Atigun pass. Lots of young ewes in the bunch. A good sign for the population of sheep in this area
Over Atigun Pass
After a couple days of driving through mud and rain we were greeted with sun and blue skies on the north side of the Brooks range.
Autumn in the Brooks Range
Tundra camp sunset.
A gorgeous amber colored sunset at Galbraith lake.
Northern lights in August
The tent pitched at Galbraith lake with a late night display on the northern lights
August snowstorm.
One day into our hunt and we awoke to several inches of fresh snow. It was definitely off-putting considering we still had 10 days left to hunt! Luckily this was a fluke and despite the weather forecast calling for continued snow we were blessed with mostly warm days
Muskox
Deadhorse
End of the road in Deadhorse. It was odd to drive through hundreds of miles of arctic wilderness only to end up in an industrial park. Lora and I took advantage of it and stocked up on goodies and enjoyed a hot meal.
Deadhorse
The oil camp of Deadhorse on the north coast of Alaska
Foraging Caribou
A group of Caribou picking their way across the tundra in search of food.
Dalton Camp
The old jeep loaded up with gear just before going out to hunt
Glassing for 'Bou
Lora scanning the horizon looking for game. She ended up spotting a massive grizzly feeding on a nearby hillside. It made me apprehensive about wanting to kill an animal when there was a bear in the area.
Forgotten Antler
Just the top of this antler was exposed and the rest was hidden beneath the mossy tundra. It makes me wonder how many other buried antlers we hiked over on this trip.
Open Tundra
The grassy plains look inviting - but honestly it is some of the hardest hiking that can be done. The ground is unstable, soft and soaked. The grass also grows in large humps called “tussocks” which are notoriously difficult to walk over. The tops of tussocks are rounded and make stepping on them awkward. Stepping between the tussocks isn’t much better because there are usually small channels of stagnant water intersecting them.