The first time we passed Kluane Lake on our way to Alaska, I was entranced. The colors, the vastness, the quiet—there was something about the lake simply existing within that enormous landscape that I couldn’t let go of.

So I changed our plans. On the return trip, we cut our time in Whitehorse short, found a place where we could boondock near the lake, and went back. The skies were hazier and the weather wasn’t nearly as beautiful as it had been the first time through.

I didn’t care. I was in heaven.

Sometimes a place catches hold of me that way. Kluane Lake was one of those places.

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