Two months ago we planned a weekend get-away to the Arctic Circle. Less than 72 hours before we were planning on leaving, Marshall told me that he would be leaving that weekend for a two week field exercise with his platoon. "Well darn!" was my thought, as this trip was the one thing I had wanted to do since before I arrived in Alaska. I wanted to experience 24 hours of daylight where the sun never dips below the horizon. Trying to be optimistic, I sent my husband off on his trip with a kiss, and looked forward to the weekend we would be able to go--because I wasn't letting another summer go by without making the trip. The Yukon River Fast forward to the weekend of July 25th. We had just spent the past month moving and traveling down south to see family, and we had finally gotten settled into our new place. Marshall had the weekend free from work and though it may have been nice to have a quiet weekend at home, we decided to drive up north. Friday was a long...