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I’m awakened in the night by a shiver. I have somehow found my way deep in my sleeping bag, sticking my nose toward the tiny cinched opening above me for fresh air. I shift to roll on my side and the condensation soaks liner smears against my face.
“How long have I been asleep?
It’s not morning yet, is it?”
I grab the drawstring and push the sleeping bag open. Good God the air is cold. The draft crawls down my body all the way to my toes.
“What was I doing again?
The time . . .”
Reaching into the mesh pocket on the side of the tent I grab my GPS. I left my watch at home, in the freezer . . . another story. Tapping the tent wall with my hand dislodges the frost built up on the tent sides. The tiny ice particles slowly rain down on my face.
Powering on the GPS; it’s almost 3:30. The night is almost over. I reach for the tent zipper, more frost trickles down onto my neck. Now the vestibule. I stick my head out of the tent and look up. A bright band of green stretches across the sky in a long arc from the northern horizon to the southeast.
The aurora is out. It’s time to get up. This is what I’m here for. Get up!
That was my Tuesday morning. The day before began nearly the same way, only a little earlier. I made an attempt to hike out to the Granite Tors starting Sunday afternoon pulling camera gear, camping gear, and food in a sled. The first mile is a section of a well-traveled 2 or 3-mile loop trail so it went pretty fast. I ran into a couple of women coming back the other way. They said they had to turn back because the snow was too deep toward the top. That information didn’t instill a lot of confidence in me when I looked at the 80 pounds of gear I was hauling behind me. But, I was dropped off here and don’t have cell service, so it would be a bummer not to try.
The uphill section is fairly gradual on the eastern side of the 15-mile loop. The further I hiked, the less-traveled the trail was and I started punching through the snowpack, even in snowshoes. Once I was above the treeline, the trail was no longer packed or visible at all. I just followed the ridge the best I could, slowly climbing about 1500 feet. I thought for sure all the spring-breakers the week before would have worn down a nice trail for me, but it looked like no one had been out there all winter.
Post-holing doesn’t bother me much. I’ve actually become quite accustomed to it on the strange Alaska interior snowpack. I don’t like to ‘surprise’ post hole. Three to five steps on the surface, then surprise! I’m in up to my waist. And then the sled slides into my back. Then I’m left to untangle a mess and get my snowshoe out from under the sled. This was the pattern for a couple of miles. I realized that there was no chance of making it to the top of the ridge before nightfall, or possibly at all, so I began marking possible aurora-viewing locations on my GPS. By the time I was five miles in, the snow was very soft and deep, and I was heading downhill into the trees. I turned back to my last marked spot.
Not long after midnight I was awake and found some aurora in the sky.
Feeling pretty tired and cold, I retreated back into my tent after about 40 minutes. Nothing seemed to be changing with the northern lights and it’s not like I could check data online or anything, so I figured I’d get some rest for the next day.
I slept in, which is rare for me. It wasn’t until about 11 am that I had eaten, struck camp, loaded the sled and got back on the trail.
Travel was frustrating. There was no longer an obvious trail, I just had to follow the rolling ridge as best I could. This took me into some thick brush on a couple of occasions. The snow softened the further up I walked. As I started the last climb up to the tors I realized that I simply needed more time.
Every step was up to my waist in snow. I abandoned the sled to blaze a path a few times. At 3 in the afternoon, I made the decision to turn back. If I could have stayed an extra day or two, I would have spent the night there and tried to push my way to the top in the morning when the snow was firm. I simply didn’t have enough time (or food and fuel). Therefore, I decided to turn back to one of the other spots I had marked with a good view of the valley.
Despite being 1000 feet in elevation lower than where I was the previous night, it got cold. It’s not often that I’m uncomfortably cold, and I’ve done plenty of camping at -30° F. However, I felt pretty miserable on this night. It took all my willpower to pry myself out of my sleeping bag to go outside at 3:30 am, but I did, and it was very worth it.
When I first awoke, it was about the same as the night before. Usually, these late morning aurora turns into a dim, diffuse, pulsating display. There was still a good, strong band though, so I was hopeful.
Not much happened in the first 10 minutes. Then some microstructure started to appear in the band. It was like waves traveling down the main band from the northwest to the southeast.
I slept in again. My pick-up was arranged for 5 pm, and I only had about 3 miles remaining for the hike out. I took my time cooking and packing, hung up my sleeping bag and tent to dry in the sun, and spent some time sprinting back and forth on the trail to stay warm. I left a little after 1 for the trailhead.