I spent two summers north of the Brooks Range back in '75 and '76. In '75 I was privileged to witness the waterfowl return to their nesting areas. Millions of geese, ducks, and swans, along with thousands upon thousands of caribou. It was a great privilege.
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I spent two summers north of the Brooks Range back in '75 and '76. In '75 I was privileged to witness the waterfowl return to their nesting areas. Millions of geese, ducks, and swans, along with thousands upon thousands of caribou. It was a great privilege.
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