We sat alone on Thorofare Ridge as the savage tragedy of nature’s brutal indifference plays out below us. We are very small and the wilderness does not care if we live or die. We attempt in vain to calculate the impossible infinity in front of us while we eat our sandwiches.
The Alaskan sun stayed out all night drinking and is waiting for us behind the cabin door with irritable fists. Eyes pummelled by unrelenting morning. Further explorations in Denali National Park.Read more "Irradiated Meat On Mt Healy"
Lone caribou runs through tundra. No escape from invisible predators. Warble fly is common in Denali National Park. They lay their eggs in the nose and throat of the caribou. Larvae hatch and bury themselves underneath the caribou’s skin or into the lining of the stomach or intestines. Without opposable thumbs, little can be done once an infestation has taken hold.Read more "A Brutal Storm Over Savage Valley"