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ANWR hiking and rafting?
Just another way to say WILD ADVENTURE!
If you're looking for my detailed ANWR gear list, go here.
If you're searching for a first hand description of what it's like to ride a wild river from its source to the Arctic Ocean, keep reading.
Every summer I try to visit a location on the planet which offers solitude and ruggedness in large doses.
This time around, I think I nailed it: the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR, or "the refuge").
Why is this such a special place?
Read any of these books, and you'll begin to get a taste of what makes the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge such a fantastic region of the world.
Where Mountains Are Nameless by Jonathan Waterman (with excellent bibliography)
Two in the Far North by Margaret E. Murie
Arctic Dreams by Barry Lopez
For those who haven’t been there, ANWR is not on your radar at all, or it's a political concept:
Read a few of those books I mentioned above to also gain a sense of what's at stake in the Arctic.
Now a veteran of an ANWR trip, I see it as the last place in the United States we haven’t completely messed up with ambition, greed, hubris, or any of the other unattractive attributes of humans.
And I refuse to read one more word, or listen to one more sound bite, by anyone (politicians, pundits, and the like) who hasn’t been there.
And that comes down to less than 1000 people a year.
Who are these ANWR travelers?
River runners & hikers (like me), but also hunters and field scientists.
And the busy bush pilots, of course. No one goes anywhere without them!
Words alone cannot paint an accurate picture of ANWR hiking and rafting.
Instead, take a peek at the 19 million acres (about the size of South Carolina) that make up this region.
You can immediately understand why travelling by river is the most efficient way to see this vast back country.
And here's the good news: You can take your pick of many mighty rivers, with names that are fun to chant as you paddle your raft past the towering mountains of their origins.
Try a few on for size:
So with such an embarrassment of river-y riches, which river to choose?
How about the Canning River, at least this time around?
The planning for this adventure began 6 months in advance, by communicating with Carl, owner of Expeditions Alaska.
his description of a past ANWR hiking and rafting trip. Note that he provides his own version of an ANWR gear list, but I urge you to read mine as well for comparison.
The July 2014 adventure commenced with a flight from
Fairbanks on a small plane.
At the Village, we waited for another bush pilot to deliver us to the headwaters of the Marsh Fork, deep in the Brooks Range.
There, we dumped our gear (including a deflated raft and 4 paddles) out of the plane, waved adiós to the pilot, and had a look around.
In every direction, hiking possibilities beckoned.
And the river was waiting to carry us to even better hiking destinations.
That, my friends, makes for a very good day!
Our ANWR objectives: To paddle down the Marsh Fork (on the left in this photo) to the confluence with the Canning River (several days away), hiking wherever possible and remaining alert for animal encounters.
Paddling would continue on the Canning to the Arctic Ocean (ok, the Beaufort Sea to be technically correct), where we would be picked up by a bush plane and returned (reluctantly) to “civilization” in Coldfoot (famous for its northernmost truck stop on the Dalton Highway).
We had 12 days to paddle & hike these 140 miles of river, plenty of food, proper gear, and fair weather (at least on Day One).
Let’s get started!
Not so fast.
It felt great to get our ANWR hiking and rafting trip under way!
Class I and II, with a bit of Class III thrown in after a rainstorm, made for easy going.
I’ve done a lot of canoe paddling and I must say the raft was way more comfortable and the paddling easier with 2 people in the back.
Under the expert direction of our river guide, we fell into a soothing river rhythm, slipping along with the current - until we had to get out of the loaded raft to push it over shallow gravel bars.
Day and night were indistinguishable in the far North, just a week after Summer Solstice.
Clock time meant nothing, as we ended up hiking at midnight (as in this photo below), napping at noon, eating whenever hunger struck.
towering nameless mountains slipping by,
bird calls and
murmuring river water became our reality.
Empty mind, full heart.
Words became irrelevant.
Just soak it all in: the real objective of ANWR hiking and rafting.
Physical space created mental space, enlarging my ability to remain peaceful, to stop thinking (What time is it?) and judging (I’m cold/hot/hungry/sore/tired).
It gave me time, precious off-the-clock time, to inhabit animal awareness – such a fond memory of ANWR hiking and rafting.
Speaking of animals, I learned to embrace the reality that my normal role as human predator could reverse quite suddenly, making me prey.
Small scale prey for mosquitoes – no big deal; bug nets and repellents even the score.
[Full disclosure: some mental toughness is also required when they cover you from head to toe!]
Brown (grizzly) bears? Quite a few orders of magnitude larger.
Bear signs were evident at several of our camps: prints, scat, diggings.
We took full precautions:
Did we actually see a brown bear?
Oh yes, but in the best possible way: as we were gliding safely down the middle of the Canning River.
(NOTE: There are no photo ops on the river - too risky for the cameras and not a great idea in terms of paddling. What happens on the river, stays on the river: just one more ANWR hiking and rafting memory. So no brown bear photo for you.)
Also, I was lucky enough to cross paths with a red fox at one camp spot.
It had given away its presence earlier in the day: little foot pad impressions on the softest spots along the beach, deliberately avoiding all rocky areas.
I nicknamed it Tender Foot Fox!
The terrain and weather changed as we approached the confluence with the Canning River.
The mountains became a bit more rounded, the air drier.
We were leaving the Brooks Range, heading out into flatter terrain.
Once on the Canning River (the water coming in from the right, at the confluence of the Marsh Fork and the Canning in the picture below), the mountains began to recede into the distance.
Vistas opened up.
The river was much wider, with more wind (and thus harder paddling) in our faces as the day lengthened.
Getting off the river in mid-day became the norm, with time for napping and exploring.
Eventually, ANWR hiking and rafting became only ANWR rafting - unless you had the energy to walk for miles across uneven terrain before reaching a mountain for a big view!
This view looks south, toward where our journey began on the Marsh Fork (at the foot of the mountain in the middle).
See what I mean?
Lots of river miles behind us!
And can you get a sense of the challenge our river guide was up against on this ANWR hiking and rafting adventure?
As the days melted into one long fusion of sun, wind, and water, the terrain flattened out completely.
I missed the mountains, but there were many other things to hold my attention! Take a look at a few diversions:
More river miles behind us, and the mountains were gone, replaced by a vast flatness.
Note the foggy skies - getting close to the Arctic Ocean!
Also note the remnants of ice - in July! Time to dig out the fleece scarves and down jackets.
Although restful mentally, this ANWR hiking and rafting trip took its toll on me physically.
Not so much the daily paddling, which I had prepared for by daily weight lifting for 6 months prior to the trip.
Instead, it was the constant bright light and daily wind exposure that caused eye fatigue. By Day 5 on the river, severe erosions of my conjunctiva (white part of the eye) took away vision in one eye.
Scratchy, uncomfortable eyes, paired with the mental anxiety of not knowing if my vision would be damaged permanently, began to wear away at my river calmness.
As a result of my eye problems, we cut our trip short by a few days. Luckily, a landing strip was available on one of the river banks before we reached the Beaufort Sea.
So we didn't paddle the Staines ("steenes") River as originally planned, to take out at the ocean :(
Two plane rides later, I was in the Fairbanks emergency room.
Each of us goes to the wilderness for a reason.
For me, it’s solitude and an opportunity to become a silent witness to, and participant in, nature.
What’s your reason?
If you’re interested in an ANWR hiking and rafting trip, check out my gear list. You'll be well prepared for changing weather conditions and big views like this one!
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