Every Altered Breath

Saxon Henry
Sep 2, 2018 · 6 min read
Moose Horns glow in the muted light in Hughes, Alaska. Image © Saxon Henry.

I slide into the backseat of the bush plane with great trepidation, the Bishop’s cheeky declaration from last night rattling around in my head as we lift off: “This is the only place I’ve ever lived where I am just another link in the food chain.” It is a terrifying thought as the wings take the wind and we climb higher. Within minutes, the land grows incredibly rugged, and I wonder how untamed the scenery will be two hours out when we arrive in…

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