The bulldozers are not coming yet. There’s still an opportunity to keep it that way.
We act as if we can do whatever we want, and these animals will be here for us. They won’t. That’s not the world we live in anymore.
Nina Harvey, Alaska Federation of Natives Elder of the Year, and her sister, Margaret Black, recall changes in the land and the people.
A changing Arctic and the Ambler Road.
There are no more hunters like Clarence Wood. Not just no one to take his place, but no place left to take.
The sole purpose of Measure 1 is to protect our rivers and salmon. Look down south if you want to see how salmon have been decimated in most places by big development, and why these protections matter so much.
How different we might act, every day, if we knew the hard, hard pieces of others' lives.
From his sod house amid heaped snowdrifts in Northwest Alaska, author Seth Kantner reflects: What matters most in these modern days?
I came home confused, relieved to fly north beyond the last roads, to return to the Arctic and step onto snow.
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Flying in to teach writing to North Slope students, and unearth their talents.
For a minute I sit very still, absorbing the silence of the silent house near Stanford University, looking out the window, breathing in the aroma of my whale oil, trying not to feel totally lost in 2015 America.
I wait on dancing lights above Alaska's Noatak River, hoping for a photo to fit it all together life and struggles, people and caribou. The only truth that's plain in this green darkness: It's not an easy world out here for the animals.
I'll be upriver, where I've been every fall of my life, with my daughter, picking cranberries, glassing north for caribou, probably eating porcupine, and still hoping our president can see, share and experience a small part of this amazing land we call home.
Breakup in the Arctic is an amazing season, and I sure know what my daughter is feeling, not getting to be here at home, after spending most springs of her life at our old igloo, roaming the surrounding river and tundra.