"...I’d have happily lain down my fly rods to ride the winds all day."
We put down on Lake Aleknagik, glided into the beach, and unloaded our gear into the shuttles that would carry us back to Dillingham. The week at the Coachman was done. Our pilot, Steve, became our driver and offhandedly observed... Now comes the dangerous part of our trip.
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