For many years, I spent time in these cabins during the month of September. The air was crisp and the tundra was a patchwork of color. Looking west, the next organized road is in Siberia. Looking south, 150 miles of the Alaska Range arcs across several million acres of wilderness. 

Isolation puts life into perspective. It is not where we live, but where we "come away" to. My classmates remember memorizing a poem in fifth grade that read in part, "What is this life so full of care, we have no time to stand and stare." I never forgot those lines and use them as a call to slow down and think about where I am, who I am or... better put, Whose I am.

Ken Jenkins
Ken Jenkins