A trip to Alaska
morning, again on an extended research trip. This time we go to Alaska. That sounds probably a touch more exciting than it is. We see the move as a journalist usually much less from its people, as an observant tourist who is traveling with his eyes open. Quite apart from the many hours on some airports and in well-filled pilots, the one to spoil the pleasure to enjoy on the road.
However, I am a bit out again to fly in a part of the United States, is among the best this country has to offer. The force with which these acts on an empty vastness - the middle of summer, when nature bursts in a hurry with all the energy and shows at its best - is hard to describe. It penetrate not only the many intense colors on a single - the dark blue of the ocean, the graying of the white glacier ice, the green of the plants and the thin strip of black asphalt towards horizon. You feel somehow suddenly alone in the world. Even if you paddle in a smaller group in the sea kayak out into the Glacier Bay and hopes to see an Orca emerge from the water. Or if one breaks up with two bush pilots and their aircraft and with a few friends flying in deep into a national park. Under a mile wide is wild country that has never been explored. And perhaps never set foot. If you make only a few steps into the wilderness, you discover the vast tracks of grizzly paws. The hope is inevitable that this bear is somewhere else on the road. For a Confrontation with him would probably survive.
Alaska is not the only region in the world where one is confronted with the uncivilized part of the earth. I've encountered similar conditions in the far north of the Canadian province of British Columbia and a weak response to the South Island of New Zealand. I know people who rave about Patagonia. Not to mention the Himalayas. But Alaska seems to be the best intersection of accessibility and diversity, wonder and amazement, plus the commitment to own rather bumpy history. This includes such a place as the capital of Juneau, nebulized, depressed, a place that you can not reach by land, but only by plane or boat. Or the port town of Skagway, once a starting point for the crazies who have been lured by the gold rush to the north, up to the headwaters of the Yukon, where you could go by boat to the Klondike.
I'll drive this time only Fairbanks and Anchorage - the urban Alaska. Not salmon fishing. Do not land on sand banks. I will think back on the road safely with a bit of nostalgia because it would be up there are other ways to spend his time. But I will in this way at least not the feeling of a missed opportunity. Not only have I experienced a lot in Alaska, what an indelible impression left in me. I can at any time to go back. I'll have to do only.
The last time I had to do in November 2008, the impulse to the election night in Anchorage. Within sight of the Palin camp. The trip was however difficult to finance. Besides being one of Alaska's long winter nights is not half as attractive as the summer. We have been on the night in Harlem and have experienced, which was celebrated with euphoria of the Obama victory in this part of the world. This was certainly better than to see in Alaska only long faces and to report it. back
view: Two years ago a woman from Alaska came to the stage of American politics
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