From the small window all I could see were stunted, yellowing aspens, but there was something peculiarly calming and serene about them ... ‘Wow, I could live here!’ I exclaimed, surprised at my intense reaction. Gary hugged me. ‘Are you serious?’ he asked. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Yes. This is so much better than I imagined. It is beautiful, stunning, breathtaking...’
“Caribou!” Our skiff rounded the next bend of the Nushagak. Hundreds of caribou were jumping into the river ahead of us and swimming powerfully across to the other side. “A migration!” Our boat powered into the middle, splitting the herd. Reaching the water’s edge, they bounded with large leaps away from the water, breaking up as they tried to get away.