McCarthy, Alaska is one of the last outposts of the American frontier. More a village than a town, it sits in the middle of bear country surrounded by ice floes, and glaciers, and rivers so swift and cold they take your breath away. Beyond McCarthy the mountains are so impenetrable you need a frontier spirit bordering on insanity to even think about going there. Either that or a small plane.
I spent a week in McCarthy, Alaska one summer. It was as near as I could get to the romance of the American frontier. The conditions were basic: no heating, no plumbing, and because my cabin had no generator, no electricity either. But what I found in McCarthy was a lot more than I expected.
Read more about my adventures on the Alaskan frontier at the Lowestoft Chronicle.