This blog brought to you by Funhog Press The low clouds and light mist of Alaska returned. The small Styx River was lower than the previous evening, and milk green instead of grey. A golden eagle flapped across the valley. … Read More
This blog brought to you by Funhog Press Out of the canyon and onto open mountain slopes, sunshine and simple terrain buoyed us toward the River Styx. A herd of caribou shuffled past. Our route again fed into a canyon, … Read More
This blob brought to you by Funhog Press. Narrow strips of sand bordering the wide gray Nagashlamina River were good places to walk, but occasionally a channel would cut off our route, forcing us into the water. At the end … Read More
This BLOB brought to you by Funhog Press In the summer of 2013, I looked out the window of a 737 and saw a high treeless river valley. An inspection of the map indicated that the name of this lonely … Read More
This blog brought to you by Funhog Press A morning mist brought calm. We paddled, even drifted, through the gray, ever wary of the returning wind. But the big blow, four days of relentless, viscous gale, was finally over. The … Read More
This blob brought to your by Funhog Press We deflated the rafts and rigged our packs over lunch. It was time to go hiking again. Onto a long ridge, we walked over clay and flat rocks. The smoothness of the … Read More