2013 was a particularly hot summer in Alaska. It got up to the 90’s in Fairbanks, and once we got north of the Arctic Circle, the sun never set. That made the drought even worse, so the fires were spreading all over the horizon. Smoke occupied the air. We didn’t know if they would affect our trip on the Dalton, but we pushed on in the hopes that once we got north of the treeline, it would dissipate.