Julia Arehart Wednesday, November 4, 2020

Arctic Flight

I gazed through the canopy‭ ‬at the‭ ‬dark mountains‭, ‬range upon range‭ ‬marching into the distance‭. ‬Even‭ ‬though it was August 9‭, ‬fresh snow‭ ‬dusted several ragged peaks‭. ‬Our little RV-9‭ ‬purred along beneath a layer of scattered clouds while below us steep scree and rock slopes descended sharply into thick forest‭.‬ I met my […]

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