I suppose you can easily tell the passage of time during the night by how far the sun travels across the horizon. For me it was a little disorienting so I’m glad I had a watch so I knew when “morning” was. I started the day on the banks of the Anaktuvuk river in the bright sun, ate some oatmeal for breakfast and then hiked upstream a ways. Then I turned up a tributary toward high ground to climb some of the nearby peaks. I like peaks.
After climbing a lower peak and identifying a good high peak to climb the next morning, I just sat in a high saddle, with a nice breeze to keep the bugs off with a forever-view of the Brooks. I stared at the view for a bit and read my kindle for a bit. It was one of those magical moments and I’m glad there was a rock I could balance my camera on to get a photo. It didn’t last though, as the clouds got lower and lower and finally turned the forever-view into a two-foot view. And darn cold. I went to bed, read some more and listened to the drizzle on the bivy sack. The unzipped bivy sack. Also a pretty fine moment.
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