Sitting with the glacier behind me

Alaska (backpacking through the Last Frontier)

In 2005, when I came home from a summer studying in Ghana, I was on the phone with my grandmother, and she said “Now all you need to see is Alaska.”

For my grandmother, who died in 2009 as the last of my grandparents, Alaska was truly the last frontier. I found it so interesting that she was so enamored with this distant, oil-producing extension of the United States, of which it accounts for a fifth of its size.

Then you should go see it, I told her. Maybe, she said, but I don’t think so, not now.

So I went.

Today I arrived back from a two-week, backpacking tour through three national parks sandwiched between landing in Fairbanks and departing Anchorage.

Some sights I saw: