Alaska is…reaching the top of the mountain. As your steps pound into the overly trod on ground, you feel the weight of gravity on your shoulders. As you stumble up the rocky trail your pack seems to grow heavier. As you reach the summit, the feeling of success rushes over you so fast that it’s almost too much. The wold flowers you sit next to on the craggy top dance in the wind, you feel no weight, hear no sound, and you see what Alaska really is…peacefully calm.