Fairbanks, Alaska | July 2012
I never tasted a flower so sweet when spread on toast as a jam.
Whenever I think of Alaska I will always remember, the wild blue yonder of the eternal day-lit skies.
Chena Dome Trail | Alaska 2012
“The name for the Chena River in Fairbanks is derived from the Tanana Athabascan name Ch’eno’. In this case the literal meaning is quite interesting. The word is composed of the “indefinite” possessor plus the stem meaning ‘river’ and thus literally means ‘river of something’, where the ‘something’ is a veiled reference to game animals, especially caribou. The inference to be made is that this was a good place for hunting caribou — so good, in fact, that it was worth avoiding explicit mention of that game.”