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We could see it from 50 feet away as we descended off the summit cone of Camp Robber Peak. There, just beyond the last boulders of the ridge bloomed a small mound of Moss Campion. Despite the overcast, the purple … Continue reading

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The landscape shifted constantly, as fast as minute to minute, and even moment to moment. One moment the ridge spread out from my feet in a glow of green tundra. The next moment it lay under a veil of gray … Continue reading

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A tide of golden light rushed over the landscape when the sun emerged in the late summer evening from behind two of the few clouds in the sky. Just before dipping behind the north ridge of Crow Peak some 2,400 … Continue reading

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The sun reflected fiercely off the snow spreading out around me like a coat of soft, wet enamel. Sunglasses would’ve helped. Even partially shielding my eyes with the cup of my right hand glare off the snow stung as I … Continue reading

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On one of the last, long days of spring the evening light splashed over the ridges and valleys as the winds above south Anchorage hurried the clouds above.  Beneath those clouds a long line of hikers weaved their way up … Continue reading

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It befuddles the brain as to why the bureaucratic powers that decide such things dubbed these mountains the Mystery Hills. First, on a mere technical level, by definition a hill has an elevation of less than 1,000 feet above sea … Continue reading

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Karma saw it first. We had just turned around on the rocky riverbed of Eagle River and headed back to shore, when she sensed something and turned around and froze, looking intently up and across a thin braid of the … Continue reading

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“Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way.” (“Cristabel” by S. T. Coleridge) Turn north and the headwind ripped at the clothes and numbed the face. Turn south and the sun blinded … Continue reading

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On downloading a pile of pictures taken during January, the last photo seemed odd. Far from remarkable, it showed a view across Cook Inlet in the last light of day with the purple silhouette of the Alaskan Range in a … Continue reading

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