AUGUST PROMPT
My Wild Alaskan Summers
They don’t call it The Last Frontier for nothing
Sure, there was the adventure with the angry bear, and we should get that out of the way first.
But wildness is not all about dangerous adventures. That is just the spice that flavors one’s enjoyment of the great outdoors. Believe it or not, wildness is best consumed in silence. And I’ll say this: I’ve never encountered more remarkable silence than I found in wild Alaska.
Whether it was solo hiking into the Chugach Mountains, a solitary moment passing a massive glacier on a half-day ferry ride across the vast Prince William Sound, or simply biking by myself through the local Kincaid Park filled with trees and moose and sundry scurriers-at-large, the silence was consuming and overwhelming.
One might even say it was intimidating.