Tag: nothing gold can stay

The reluctant gold miner.

And now here Rebecca was, five months later, waking up in a one-room shack deep in a canyon somewhere between the Wood River Mountains, which together formed part of the southwestern curve of the Alaska Range.  The mine sat on a creek in a deep, narrow crevice formed between three mountains four, five and six…

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Subsistence hunting.

Neither one of them was a pilot, so they chartered Wy Chouinard to fly them into their preferred hunting area, the long, level plateau between the broad plain that sloped down into the Nushagak River on the east and the Wood River Mountains on the west, where a small but fecund herd of caribou fattened…

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Delivering the mail, Alaska style.

Next up was a zig to Akamanuk, perching precariously on the edge of the Nushagak River two big bends above Newenham.  She buzzed the homestead, two buildings, a short airstrip crowded with trees and a tilled rectangle of earth with what looked like a very healthy crop of potatoes.  Ted came out and peered skyward. …

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