When I First Fell for the Arctic
By
Nathaniel Wilder
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Jan 18, 2017
January 18, 2017
On a bouncy flight north over an eastern section of the Brooks Range, I press my cheek against the glass to get a better view down to the teeming mass of caribou moving through the valley directly beneath the plane. It’s a hot day just after the summer solstice. Slowly… Read More