End of the Line, chapter 20

Action and Adventure in Alaska

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Sunday

PRINCE WILLIAM SOUND, ALASKA

I don’t remember the actual day my father left, but I remember the month. It was October. The winter dark had begun and the stores in Anchorage had turned that subtle shade of plastic orange and black for Halloween. Dad had taken me to Fred Meyer’s to explain what he was trying to accomplish in the wildern…