Alaska. The 49th state, the Last Frontier, one of the last remaining great tracks of wilderness. I had always wanted to travel there, and not on one of those cruise boats that never leaves the state's panhandle, or on a tightly controlled group package that only scratched the most touristy locations. No, I wanted to get out there and see as much of the state as possible, renting a car and driving myself from the Pacific coast in the south to the Arctic shores in the north. Of course, no matter what I did, I would only be seeing a tiny fraction of the Alaskan environment. Most of the state is inaccessible by road, and in the Bush country prop planes are the only way to travel. Nevertheless, I would set out to see as much as possible in the limited time that I had available. For those who are unfamiliar with my solo travels, the pace that I set usually falls somewhere between "demanding" and "murderous", and this journey lived up to that mantra. This is the story of the incredible ten days that I spent under the midnight sun in the summer of 2015.