Another solo hiker, from Australia, capsized trying to paddle across the river in a pack raft.
Setting out in small open boats called curraghs, made from cowhide stretched over light wicker frames, they crossed one of the most treacherous stretches of ocean in the world without knowing what they'd find on the other side.
The Teklanika is powerful in summertime, and about halfway across they lost their footing. Then we'd run at a slightly slower pace until we found a road we recognized, and race home again at full speed.
After Chris had been identified, Carine and their oldest half-brother, Sam, flew to Fairbanks to bring home his ashes and those few possessions--the rifle, a fishing rod, a Swiss Army knife, the book in which he'd kept his journal, and not much else--that had been recovered with the body, including the photographs he'd taken in Alaska.
I'll see what happens when spring comes around, because that's when I tend to get really itchy feet. Just imagine if we all did that.
They were drawn west across the storm-wracked ocean, past the edge of the known world, by nothing more than hunger of the spirit, a queer, pure yearning that burned in their souls. He had not seen or talked to another soul in 36 days.