Monthly Archives: August 2014

Holy Cross and on to Marshall

“This is our guest, Kristin.  We found her in the woods.” That is how I was introduced to most of the population of Holy Cross, or at least all of the people who stopped by the Peters Family home that day.  That gave me a good laugh. After collapsing on the beach at Holy Cross…
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To Holy Cross

I did not realize that I was in trouble until it was too late. It was the 27th of July.  I figured I had another week or so with enough light to paddle through the nights.  I hadn’t intended to paddle through this particular night but the weather was calm so I kept going until…
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To Kaltag

“I would NOT camp there if I were you” “Why not?” “I don’t even want to tell you what was seen there last week . . .” “What?!” My mind raced.  Had someone died there?  Had some violent crime been committed? I was in the fish processing plant office in Kaltag where Veronica and Cleitus had…
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Galena

A single shot rang out as I approached Rampart.  It came from somewhere up in the village.  I hesitated. I was in hope of finding a place to dry off in Rampart. It had been raining all evening.  A steady rain.  The kind that is nice to listen to while sitting inside on the couch…
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