Hey, that first one worked wo well, I'll try another. This shot was taken in one of the most memorable places I've ever been.
I remember when growing up in the 60s sitting at the kitchen table or on the sun porch reading Outdoor Life and seeing pictures of grizzled hunters glassing the distant slopes of the Brooks Range for grizzlies, Dall sheep, and caribou. Someday I vowed I'd see the Brooks Range. During the last 30 years I've dreamed of seeing this mountain range and walking its slopes.
Taking the Dalton Highway north of Fairbanks, my wife and I crossed the Arctic Circle and stayed the night at a campground just a few miles north of Coldfoot and just south of the Brooks Range. The next morning we awoke to fresh snow and the bad news that the Dalton had washed out in a flood about 150 miles to our north and was impassable. It would be days before it would be fixed and there was no way we could get to Prudhoe Bay (where we had reservations for the night). We drove north anyway up into the Brooks Range, through Atigun Pass, and out onto the North Slope.
This photo is looking back south towards the Brooks Range from the North Slope. It was one of those wild days with storm fronts moving through one after another. At this point we were only a few miles west of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. This landscape is as wild as it gets. The air is the freshest I've ever breathed and absolutely crystal clear.
Gordon Dietzman
