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The Traverse, Part I

The Traverse, Part I

But there hasn’t been a single summer day at the Lodge where the foothills just across the Delta River haven’t called to me. Mts. McGinnis and Moffit, just visible from the lodge in amongst foothill gaps, sing snow-covered backup, the siren song of an extreme alpine Shangri La. And with equal regularity, European visitors would innocently ask upon arrival, “Where are your trails?”

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The Traverse: Part II

The Traverse: Part II

I caught glimpses of new snow dusting the impossibly distant slopes that somehow still seemed to hang over us. Close by but still a safe couple hundred yards away, the East Fork of the Little Delta roared flood-stage warning to any who would approach; crossing that was a consideration only for the suicidal.

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Booty Road Part II

Booty Road Part II

Walking the Iditarod Trail, the long journey to Nome As you may recall from the first part of my story , I was walking to Nome following the Iditarod Trail with a goal to raise money for a friend who was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Richard Redford didn’t have...

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Hatcher Pass Explorations

Hatcher Pass Explorations

The desire to see Mint Hut for ourselves grew during our busy summer, and finally, on the second to last day of August last year, the weather and our schedules came together. Again, we set off early. The temperature at the parking lot near where Mother Lode Lodge used to be, was about 22 degrees. All the foliage was in full fall colors and covered with frost, the sky was clear and we were determined.

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A Quick Bite of Alaska

A Quick Bite of Alaska

The fishing was great! We averaged one to two fish per drift, including two fish over 25 inches. The time flew by, and after countless fish, it was finally time to head back to camp. At day’s end, I thought about an old Will Rogers quote: “If all politicians fished instead of speaking publicly, we’d be at peace in the world.” Mr. Rogers hit the nail on the head with that one.

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The Master Pilot

The Master Pilot

Troy yelled for me to open the door and jump. Everything was blinding white outside. It was like leaping into a freezer. Wind instantly froze tears in my eyes. Smoke or steam rose from the propeller area and I thought the plane was on fire. Snow quickly came up to my waist and the real possibility of sinking further petrified me. All was quiet except for the wind and popping of our aircraft strobe.

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Loon Rescue

Loon Rescue

Ross walked right up to it and gently placed the net over it. Within a minute we had the loon out of the net and into the dog kennel. Frosted Flake was certainly exhausted as we wrapped it up in a blanket and headed back across the lake to the car.

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Trail Running in Kodiak

Trail Running in Kodiak

Become a creative runner by allowing nature to soak into your soul: the snapping of branches that you step on, the swaying trees blowing in the wind, birds chirping off in the distance, even the squirrel that suddenly scurries away, scaring the crap out of you.

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The Lodge at Black Rapids

The Lodge at Black Rapids

Most visitors to Alaska must share the same travel agents as our sandhill cranes and snow geese. They tend to come after the snow melts and head back just before it returns. While here, they are a welcome treat. But even before their flights have disappeared over...

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