Nothing can prepare you for the Last Frontier, the greatest landscape artist of all time. It is immense and grand. Even the maps we saw growing up, the inset map of Alaska set in a map of the United States distorts the reality.
I flew into Anchorage and then made my way north and south. South to Homer and north to Fairbanks.
And beyond. Off the grid, I went to what I could only call an outpost where, of course, I almost ran of gas.
I saw the road that would take me to the arctic circle and Prudhoe Bay. Next time, when I had my own car.
A pipeline, a glacier, new friends, and finally a dip in hot springs.