Rowing to Alaska

Wayne McLennan

The rain came down so thickly that the water-pregnant clouds that carried it were camouflaged and hidden high above. The bare, breast-shaped hills that were pockmarked with tree stumps became muddy and slick. Streams appeared, gullies formed. A cold and miserable greyness shrouded the landscape, suf…


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