This is part 6 of a series of blog posts describing my trip from Fairbanks Alaska to my great-grandfather's research cabin on Flaxman Island.TL;DR for you, just full-screen this Flickr slideshow instead.
The whole set can be found here - check out map, where I've managed to figure out where most of the pictures were taken. Don't forget to use the arrows near the bottom of the map page to page through the picture sets.
So we left Flaxman island behind in the fog and headed back south to Fairbanks.
The trip back wasn't quite as mind-blowing as the trip out, since we mostly just retraced our route. However, the sunlight had changed, and now I was on the eastward-facing side of the plane, so there were still many amazing things to see. Like this, right on the edge of the Canning River delta:
We flew past the caribou herd again - it felt like we were revisiting old friends.
I was able to get better pictures of things I had missed the first time around, and in better light, or at least more dramatic cloud cover.
Kirk explained that the little stripes we could see along the cliffs were mountain goat paths - although we didn't see any goats.
We flew over some tents along the river - the only evidence of living humans in hundreds of miles.
It reminded me of how much of what I was seeing today seemed completely untouched by humanity. No buildings, no roads, no power lines, no smoke. Just mountains and water and greenery and sky.
There was a time, not so long ago really, when the whole world was like this.
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