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Cherie gets ready for our first day of hiking. It’s a clear blue sky and even warm enough for shorts - that won’t happen again for a while!.
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What’s Drew so intent on photographing down there...?
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Ahh! It’s a Wooly Lousewort that hasn’t yet bloomed.
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The whole group is underway. We soon discover that flat, solid ground is the exception rather than the norm as we navigate our first mile of soft, lumpy tussocks.
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A blooming Wooly Lousewort appreciates the warmth (and maybe even the scenery as well!).
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A few low hills give us a view down the valley, towards the Beaufort Sea, which lies only about 25 miles to the north.
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Wow! We’re going to camp here? No problem! We come around the near side and find a flat spot just to the left of the lake.
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After a short afternoon rain squall, we start exploring up a nearby ridge to take in the views. Here Drew takes a shot back towards camp.
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Every new flower we see calls for close examination as Carol identifies it (in English and in Latin!). L to R: Margaret, Dexter, Lynn, Karen and Carol.
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The Dryas appear in abundance as we climb to higher and drier ground.
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At the top, Cherie scans the hills for signs of wildlife...
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...as Drew, Carol, Perry and Rosel peer down the valley...
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...where the Jago River winds its way up the North Slope and out to the sea.
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The sun never sets this far north of the Arctic Circle (about 200 miles), so after one last shot of a group of Glacial Avens it’s time for bed, dark or not.