Great places were discovered, unusual people were met, and adventures were had this summer. All of this was accomplished in America's last frontier, outside of the lower 48 states, in the wilderness of Alaska. I had no specific reason for venturing to the vastness of Alaska, I did not know anyone, and had never before been there. As a child, I remember pondering that Alaska was a place for pioneers, and brave hearted adventurers. After almost two decades of living on this overcrowded island, I set my mind's eye on this grand excursion away from home, family and friends. It was a time to be boldly self-sufficient, and to discover new ways lives are lived. After securing a job and boarding in Denali National Park, off to Alaska I went without expectation, and unsure of the undertaking that lie before me.

Denali National Park, which used to be called...