Outdoors

It had been a grueling though breathtakingly beautiful afternoon, skiing, breaking trail for nearly six hours in order to reach a remote Kenai National Wildlife Refuge cabin. Though I awoke the next morning slightly sore from hauling a sled piled high with gear, it was too glorious a day not to partake in a leisurely New Year’s ski. It would also, I hoped, free my tight joints and loosen those overworked muscles. Heading back to the cabin I heard something break the silence — the muffled drone of a low flying plane as it made its way over a ridge and began scouting the lake.

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An Outdoor View: Rigged and ramblin'

Author’s note: This column, edited slightly for brevity, previously appeared Dec. 9, 1988, in “The Tides,” a Clarion supplement.... Read more

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