Twice during my walk from Barrow to Freshwater Lake, I was warned by passing vehicles of the heightened risk of walking un-armed away from town. But it was such a vast, open tundra under a clear, dark blue sky that I didn’t feel any risk of being surprised – I didn’t get a sense that anything was rushing me. But this was my desire for a mysterious journey trumping logic – polar bears would most likely see me before I saw them. Don’t do what I did.
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