The 100-foot motoryacht my friends had chartered in Southeast Alaska was anchored in a cove with no other signs of human life. To say the solitude and the mind-warping views of high mountains rising from Chatham Strait were overwhelming is an understatement. I was on deck with my camera listening for a very human sound: that of a floatplane carrying a guide we’d hired in
Cheers to Local Knowledge
Sep 14, 2021
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