“You’re OK,” I told myself over and over again, a mantra more wish than fact. I was not OK, in fact. I was hanging off the side of a sheer slope with my terrified hands clutching an alder branch, bashing my toes into the crusty snow on my way to the top of a ridge on Mount Marathon. Turning around wasn’t an option, because if I looked down that 50-foot drop, I’d really be done in.

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An Outdoor View: Fishing tips

Fishing is a lot like life. Consider these tips:

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Memorial Day weekend promises sun, Lower Peninsula fishing

Memorial Day weekend will likely bring a wash of fishermen down to the Kenai Peninsula with school out, predicted temperatures in the 60s and the... Read more