Where The Wild Things Are
s the rushing water whisks the raft downstream, thousands of sockeye salmon streak by in the opposite direction. The opposing flows of water and fish on this remote Alaska river boggle the brain. Floating past chest-high fireweed lining the bank, I spot a brown bear standing upright among the showy fuchsia flowers. We peer at each other as I pass through his domain. Behind me, I hear the steady beat of
