We never take flying for granted.
Maybe it’s a result of growing up in the 70’s and 80’s, when going on an airplane was still a big deal for most people, but we’re always thrilled to see familiar territory in a new way, and even the most mundane of terrain becomes fascinating at 30,000 feet. And when the landscape is particularly spectacular, as is the case with Alaska, the flight becomes a gift laid out before our eyes.
This past weekend, Dale and I, along with our friend Jingyi, took a day trip to the northernmost town in the United States, Utqiaġvik, more commonly known as Barrow (the townspeople voted to change the name last year).
For reasons that I’ll describe in the next post, our Saturday flight ended up being rerouted back to Anchorage, and we didn’t make it to Utqiaġvik until Sunday. That extra trip turned out to be a good thing, however, because it meant more time flying over Alaska and more jaw-dropping views of massive mountains and mighty rivers.
In all, we took four flights from one end of Alaska to the other over two days’ time, and here are some of our favorite photos from those flights!