Let there be clouds,

All ends come to something good. After our 5 week Uturn, the Exit. We returned from "North" a week ago, and we have finally found time and a decent internet connection (Cheers to Ben at the flyingdisc cafe in Ebosburg!) with which to post the following shots of the last two weeks of our arctic roundabout, from Dawson City, Yukon (July 6th) to Anchorage, AK (July 22), via The Alaska Range (above). By 'exit', I suppose we're implying we haven't really stopped the journey, just changed roads. Anyhoo, our last two weeks 'up there', at the top of the Map, were totally loco, replete with a billion new sensations and sights and in-sights and not much sleep and we stayed as close to the Arctic circle as we could, on the Alaskan side, but time and money and especially a growing lack thereof slowly pushed us 'South' again, closer to the epicenter, to the vacuum of industrial life. At least we exited with a splash, salmon and killer whales included, a splash in the Pacific to be precise, off the Kenai Peninsula, after a week in or around Denali National Park. Forgive us, for the pictures below represent more of a cook's tour of our voyage than the usual shoot and rant postings of the initial legs of our exploration. We're tired, exhausted, basically so stuffed with beauty and info and meeting new people we ended up saturating, like a water-logged sponge. It's called sensory and intellectual overload. We need more time to process, to get smart again. The aging hard-drive is full and hungover - Back-up needed! According to Johnny, our Gwich'in friend from Eagle Plains, maybe we'll get back to you in about 40 years, when we finally have some wisdom to share. By then it will be Manny's turn. Until then: Peekaboo!