Alaska is a magical place in the summer. Backroads’ hiking and cycling adventures immersed me in pristine wildflowers, glaciers and salmon jumping upstream. I prepared my body for the challenge by pedaling at the gym; I broke in new hiking boots walking around town. But nothing prepared my spirit for the heart stopping views.
Landing in rustic paradise, my pupils opened wide to drink in the beauty and the ever-present sun. From Palmer to Sitka to Homer and the Kenai Peninsula, Alaska is an extremely enormous outdoor church.
Interconnected life thrives, supported by a circular cycle of perfection outside the reach of man’s hand. The energy here is palpable. A few days in, I notice everything seems to slightly move. Even the mountains dance, keeping company with rivers and waterfalls, and trees and grasses as they grow.
Labor Day closes the door on summer and I tuck in early, while it’s still light out. As I shut my eyes, I can almost see a moose lumbering across the road. And in my imagination, I fall asleep under Alaska’s midnight sun.