Hey everyone!
I feel bad that I haven’t updated my Blog since November but
the trip is over and I have no interest in turning this into anything other
than a Blog about the Adventure. As the
one-year anniversary of completion of the trip approaches, I’ve been pondering
some things and looking back at events that happened and people I met along the
way. I decided I need to acknowledge the
“top five” list of people I met along the way that impacted me in a special
way. This list does not include friends
and family. These are people that were
strangers with nothing to gain in helping me but helped me regardless. Their actions speak volumes to their TRUE CHARACTER!
Leon Somme and Shawna Franklin, Orcas Island Washington
Leon and Shawna are fellow adventurer types whose faces lit
up with excitement and understanding when they first heard of my plans. They graciously provided assistance by
offering their place in Washington as a home base for me to start my Adventure
from, instructed me on the basics of paddling in tidal conditions, and welcomed
me into their family for a couple days. They
helped give me confidence at this time filled with doubts and uncertainties of
what lay ahead.
Amigo Will, Wrangell Southeast Alaska
Amigo Will, an internet friend whom I had never met before
and hardly corresponded with, yet somehow he seemed to know me like someone
only knows a person from experiencing tough times together. He was an Alaskan who believed I could. Will and his wife Barbara welcomed me to
their home town with offers of assistance.
Having a friendly face welcome me in a strange place gave me hope that
others would be waiting to greet me along the way.
Grafton, Fort Yukon Interior Alaska
Grafton, a native resident of Fort Yukon, after a brief
meeting on the riverbank, brought a hot supper to my camp, later offered fish
from his net, and watched after me in a somewhat dangerous place for a lone
stranger. While all in the village were
telling me what I was about to attempt on the Chandalar was sure death, Grafton
quietly said to me “those others only know of travel with 100 hp motors, you
might be able to do it”. That was his
way of saying that he believed that I could do it. Yet, at the same time, he
was genuinely worried for my safety. He
seen me off as I left the village, even offering to give his shotgun to me if I
didn’t have one because I was going into bad bear country. The kindness shown to me for reasons unknown
would not be forgotten.
John Rivers, Sr., Quinhagak Bering Sea Coast Alaska
The Village of Quinhagak lays near the end of the dreaded
tidal mud flats that beat me down day after day combined with cold rains,
wind-swept exposed coastline, and the treacherous crossing of the Kuskokwim
River delta all left me feeling like life was me against all. That all changed when I knocked on John’s
door to ask if I could leave my boat on the river bank near his house while I
went into town to call home. John took
charge and said it was not safe to leave my stuff there and had his son help me
stash my gear in his shed. Then he saw
the awful rusty condition my shotgun was in and said he would clean it and get
it working again. Later that day when I
returned to get my stuff and go back out into the nasty rainy weather, John
invited me to stay the night in his house with his family. I almost declined the offer, but faced with
the option of going back out to sea in the brutal weather, accepted. Glad I did as it was awesome to finally be
warm, dry, and sheltered again. John
offered much advice from religion to surviving bear attacks to getting off the
Bering Sea- and I listened. For a short
time, I had somebody on my side!
Stay tuned as I will have a couple more Blog entries in the
near future.
BeaV
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