Fri Sep 13, 2013 10:07 am
Some of the best times of my life have been those I spent in the Brooks Range, also some of the worst. I definitely have a love, hate relationship with Alaska. The most thrilling and exciting flying I have done was in the mountains of Alaska. Incredible jagged peaks carved by glaciers extending for miles and miles posed for my camera as my plane danced around them. I was filled with a joy that can not be explained, just to be there. I have also never been more miserable during 69 below zero temperatures in the North Pole winter and then being the dinner plate for millions of mosquitoes that blackened the clear sky in the summer. Once you have been to Alaska, however, you never really leave. Alaska is constantly calling to me, making it impossible for me to be completely content wherever I am. Somehow, I have to return, probably to be tortured with agony that awaits, but also to be filled with euphoria, joy, and the incredible thrill of experiencing the magical beauty that is Alaska.