Wednesday, December 12, 1979—did some chores around the cabin and got the truck started. The lodge here at Nelchina wanted me to go down to Gunsight Mountain Lodge and get gas for them.
While I was there at Gunsight, I listened to an amazing story told by a man named John and his wife. They had just walked over eight miles of the trail from Alfred Creek at -35° below zero to get here. The snow was very deep and they had no snowshoes. They had originally tried to drive out with a small Cat from the gold mine on Alfred Creek, but they couldn’t get over the mountain and down the pass. The employer had left them there with too little food, promising to fly food in to them. This didn’t happen and they ran out of food. It was such a hard walk, that he couldn’t carry his wife. She became exhausted and he kept telling her that it’s just a little farther, just a little farther… He coached her to stay with him and they eventually made it to Gunsight Lodge. Of course they had heat there and the lodge owner gave them food and a place to stay. It got down to -40° that evening. (Life in the bush demands fortitude.)