The ‘Drill, Baby, Drill’ Crowd Wants Access to This Arctic Reserve
Many junkies, before hitting bottom, stoop low enough to steal their mothers’ jewels. That’s what’s happening at a national scale on the coastal plain of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge in Alaska.
Three weeks ago, I was there. For 12 days my friends and I floated 80 miles of the Hulahula River. Our journey traversed much of the refuge, from the mountains of the Brooks Range to the shores of the Arctic Ocean. We saw an abundance and diversity of birds and mammals that beggared imagination, slept on tundra prairies as soft as mattresses, and heard that rare, spacious silence that rolls in from beyond the limits of sight.… Seguir leyendo »