My Mom called it “the summer of yes.”
I am determined to keep myself open to every opportunity. Always say yes! This particular summer that characteristic led not to one but to three Arctic Expeditions. I ended up in Alaska’s Brooks Range, Canada’s Baffin Island, and Sweden’s Lapland.
I packrafted by grizzly bears on the Kobuk River, snorkeled among icebergs in Frobisher Bay, and walked by herd after herd of reindeer on the Kungsleden. I met people from all over the world and learned about life and survival through different circumpolar cultures.
I am finally standing still back in Denali Park and oh boy am I exhausted. Bring on the winter of no. No more not knowing where I’m going to rest my head at night. No more freeze-dried beans. No more putting on wet socks on cold mornings. No more adventure. I plan to sleep like a bear, sit on my couch, cook good food and not go anywhere. . .
Although I’ve always wanted to do a camping trip on the Iditarod Trail . . . and sometimes I think about the Coldfoot Classic. . . and I have to travel the Pan American Highway . . . and I like to dream of Greenland. . . and I sure do miss the Brooks Range . . .
Maybe it’ll just be the October of no. . . or the October of maybe.
Stay tuned for stories of adventure (and misadventure) from a summer of yes in the Arctic.