While driving from Anchorage to Denali the landscape felt very familiar. The Alaskan roads felt like the New Zealand ones that I was used to. There were mountains, trees, moody skies. All like in New Zealand, but it was all just a bit different, a bit alien.
About mid-way through the drive I needed to take a quick break and drove over a river that caught my attention. I jumped out the car and stretched the legs. I walked up the river side no more than 100m and was amazed at the feeling of isolation. I could look around in all directions and see no sign of human kind and our influence. What I did see was a burst of pink from a flower in an otherwise muted palette.