Twelve miles up the Kogorak road there is a small collection of homes and interesting people called Banner Creek. Last night was the Banner Creek Music Festival. Less of a festival in the traditional sense and more of a gathering of friends, family, food, and guitars. A flatbed trailer served as our stage, socks were placed over microphones to protect them from the wind, we sat on the tundra with the chickens and enjoyed the sun shine. When the sun began to set around 2:00 am and people started to leave, the party moved through the winding path of willows, past the outhouse, and to a friend’s cabin. Friends played djembes by the campfire and tried to dance while swatting mosquitoes.
I can see now why people are willing to live through the cold long winters to stay here for the summer. I can not possibly think of a better way to spend a weekend.