Richard thought nothing of splashing the mountain bike through the South Fork Campbell Creek where it flows fast and shallow across the Powerline Pass Trail coming out of Green Lake. Everyone does it all summer long.
About 700 miles north of Vancouver, on a lonely snow-covered road that pushes on to the Yukon and Alaska, is a petrol station. There's not much traffic - just the occasional juggernaut swishing past, ferrying collossal tree trunks out of the wilderness and south to civilisation.
By Black, George Chile's booming, energy-hungry economy threatens one of the wildest, most beautiful places on earth. A global parable I'm drenched beyond imagining.
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BOB NELSON LED the way to an unassuming hut at his Lehuula Farms and opened the door. An absolutely heavenly scent spilled forth: freshly roasted coffee beans, just begging to be ground, brewed and sipped from a two-fisted mug.
Dawn was breaking over the Wrangell Mountains when Rick Collins faced the decision no parent should ever have to make. He could stay where he was with his arms wrapped around son Jake until the 22-year-old died, or he could make a days-long journey for help knowing the odds were low that rescuers would make it back before Jake slipped from unconsciousness into death.
