10/11/12 - 4:46pm
Whoomp whoomp whoomp. The chopper’s blades beat overhead as its skids touched down on the tarmac. This was it: Go time. Months of preparation, and all the hours we’d been up before dawn packing last-minute items, had all come down to this one moment. Thousands of pounds of gear lay all around in semi-organized piles of disarray, ready to be hoisted to a sweet little piece of mountain wilderness somewhere between Skilak and Tustumena Lakes on the Kenai National Wildlife Refuge.