KODIAK ISLAND, Alaska — Alders, alders, everywhere.
When you follow scientists in the Alaska wilderness, you’ll almost certainly get alder-snagged.
It’s November in Fairbanks, when the sun reminds you of where on the globe you’re leaving the snowy imprint of your boots.
I once asked a snowmachiner heading out on a trail from Nome where he was going.
“Boston,” he said before speeding off.
Walking a storm-scoured Alaska beach, archaeologist Rick Knecht knelt to pick up a wooden figurine the size of his palm.
Just when you thought you’d seen everything in the boreal forest, a reader points out white whiskers sprouting from the ground.
