Summer has come to a screeching halt.
So quickly, my memory has blurred all the days together.
I wish I could explain how warped time feels up here. When there’s no darkness, time simply works differently. There’s a constant buzzing energy that comes with the light.
Days seem like eternities.
It becomes hard to imagine looking up at a star filled sky and even harder to remember the feeling of having a full-night’s sleep. In the first two months, we did everything we could just because we could.
Here in Alaska, it is commonly accepted that the summer months are for working and playing hard, and come autumn, it’s time to fall into a comatose hibernation-like state.
So, we lived accordingly. Sleep was neglected and adventure was chased always.
Before we realized it, stars popped back into the sky and the air grew crisp. We watched the tundra ignite in it’s autumn reds and yellows, and then we watched the leaves fall in a matter of days.
We made special last trips to our favorite places, said our goodbyes.
The strangest part about leaving this simple life will be the absence of Denali. On clear days, the urge to go outside and relish the sheer beauty of the Alaska Range and, specifically, Denali overcame every other desire. This summer, she was our muse.
People from all over the world come with the hopes of witnessing her distinguished peak, and many leave without the pleasure of a glimpse.
It’s a pretty amazing thing to say we got to live here. To experience the beauty of Denali often and with the feeling of familiarity.
Every chance available, we’d gravitate towards Denali to collect more moments in awe of her grandeur. Never did it once get old, being amidst such natural beauty.
As we pack up our belongings and shut down the airplane operations, it seems dreamlike to be leaving the place we adopted as our home for one plethoric summer.
But as every adventure ends, a new one begins!
Next up: a leisurely road trip South through the most unimaginably beautiful parts of Canada.