Think of the historical images you’ve seen of Tombstone or Doge City: buildings constructed from similar materials and colors, the dust, roads straight by necessity, and corrals of snowmobiles in this environment instead of horses, and you caint bring them shoot’n irons into the saloon or the general store.
This is a place where you wait for the sun to go down, but it never does. Ever-present warming signs remind new visitors to be mindful of marauding polar bears. In our introduction, we heard the story of two hikers that ascended a huge ridge above town. As our leader traces the event with his finger, he describes the attack, “Their choice was certain death or jump.” And after a pause, “They survived.”
The surrounding mountain sides are a smooth, dark brown sand dune texture. Plummeted by ages of wind, ice, and time. The snow glistens, untouched by human activity.
The exhilaration of wilderness resides here. That is something I covet.
The Adventures of Spaghetti Eddie 