02/20/14 - 10:05am
It was early July and as the floatplane ascended, wings waving in farewell as it headed back to Dillingham, I tried to ignore the slight pang of uneasiness that welled up. It was the full realization of being truly alone. My partner Cindy and I were left to our own devices in a wilderness worthy of Jack London.
A veteran of numerous adventures in the Alaskan backcountry, many before affordable satellite phones and SPOT devices, I was nevertheless suddenly very aware of the distance that separated us from the comfort and safety of civilization.