Author: Mary Winston

Our prop jet from Anchorage squeezes between two emerald hulks looming from the fog to settle onto the truncated runway at Dutch Harbor, Alaska. It’s a tricky place to land and more than one flight has met a dismal end

Leaving Dalton Post The small armada of three 18-foot-long yellow rafts slide effortlessly above the bright gravel until the river canyon narrows and we plunge into class 3, roiling white water. “Forward paddle”, Kyler yells. We pull into the froth,