Yearly Archives: 2014

To Pilot Station

“But don’t the dead people bother you?” a young girl with wide eyes asked me after hearing that I was traveling the river by myself. “No!  Do they bother you?”  I asked and was then treated to several good ghost stories. I hadn’t intended to stay in Marshall, but when I arrived at 7 pm,…
Read more

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…
Read more

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…
Read more

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…
Read more