Author's note: This column first appeared in the Clarion 23 years ago. I've edited it for brevity.
Sunday, May 16, 1993
It's 9 p.m., and Ed Marsters and I have just finished pitching camp on the beach at Whiskey Gulch.
A mile is a relatively short walk - until one has to walk it after a severe accident. Teeming with lakes and trails and overlapping with the Chugach National Forest and Kenai National Wildlife Refuge, the Kenai Peninsula is a hiker's dream playground.
Marge Mullen, a delightful 95-year-old homesteader still going strong in Soldotna, has a very unique relationship with the Kenai National Wildlife Refuge. She alone has known the Refuge for 69 of its 75 years of existence.