A group of clients and I descended a steep gravel slope of a mountain we’d just summited. There was hardly any vegetation, just a long field of fine gravel interspersed with copper-colored boulders. The Kelly River Valley below was sweeping…
Evening in the Kelly Valley- The Story Behind the Image
It was August 30. Though that is still summer in much of the country, in northern Alaska, autumn was in full swing. I was guiding my final trip of the season, a week-long canoe trip down the Kelly River.…