We arrive in Dutch Harbor on Unalaska, the main Aleutian island, in glorious sunshine, right on the dot -- three days, 10 hours and 45 minutes after leaving Homer, even if a little rock'n'rolling sent Yours Truly rushing for the Dramamine during the night -- twice.
You talk about transitioning to clean energy sources, but tapping into Arctic oil reserves would open a spigot that would be politically difficult for you or future presidents to turn off.
Eight hours after leaving Sand Point, Alaska Marine Highway System's good ship, Tustumena, pulls into King Cove, back on the Alaska Peninsula and home to the largest salmon cannery in North America, Peter Pan Fisheries.
There's hardly a cloud in the sky, the fjords are bathed in glorious sunlight belying their name, and the panoramas that are usually shrouded in clouds and rain are superb.
Kodiak Island, 190 miles along the Alaska Peninsula from Homer, is indeed beautiful, carpeted in dark green spruce, with lighter green meadows and hillsides. Snow still streaks its peaks in early June. Not for nothing, is it called Alaska's emerald isle. In fact, the treeless sections resemble parts of Ireland or Scotland.
Famed for its large number of magnificent craggy volcanoes and its equally magnificent animal inhabitants -- the fearsome, massive grizzlies -- it was here that Disney shot its 2014 Bears documentary.
Wildlike, a debut film written and directed by Frank Hall Green, is a nuanced, troubling, uplifting, beautifully rendered meditation on manhood and fatherhood. Its themes are timeless yet firmly rooted in here-and-now.
Barrow, the northernmost town in the United States, 350 miles north of the Arctic Circle, is a bit of a mess. It can't even make up its mind how far it actually is from the North Pole, let alone from its southern counterpoint.
Yes, we're panning for gold at Gold Dredge 8 just outside Fairbanks, and Yours Truly -- of course -- is doing it all wrong. They keep on coming over to show me how to shake the pan once I've got water in it. It seems I'm using a self-pleasuring motion instead of a full-blooded hearty to-and-fro swing.
We're off to a roaring start. My wife Rivka is coming along on an 8-day/7-night cruise up the Alaska coast. Roaring in this case means we start the great royal hunt for her passport three months before departure.
I would be lying if I said the thought of Germanwings does not cross my mind. In fact it's front and centre, left and right, uppermost and bottommost,...
We're envelopped in impenetrable fog thicker than a London pea-souper and the Radiance of the Seas is blaring its foghorn every few minutes. Thank Gawd for radar. At this rate we'd be running smack into the Hubbard Glacier and doing a Titanic instead of just admiring its supposedly brilliant blue-hued full frontal pose.
A couple of months ago, when I was in Adak, WAY out in Alaska's Aleutian Chain, working on a wild and woolly travel story a local woman named Elaine Smiloff took a photographer and me out to see the sights...
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Just how many reasons does the Pebble Partnership need to stop its disastrous plans to build the Pebble Mine in Bristol Bay, Alaska? NRDC explored that question in a series of ads in Politico. The ads give the Pebble Partnership several compelling reasons to quit the Pebble Mine, culminating today with a simple request: walk away from Bristol Bay.
Today, the Earth got a little hotter, and a little more crowded. ...