I achieved my goal reaching the border with the Yukon Territory, Canada on August 3rd. I had walked 389 miles.
In the Fairbanks barber shop the local men had gathered talking the language that only locals would know. The young man remarked” Yea’ you can’t keep that Caribou meat. It’s pretty good though it goes bad right away. I just jar mine its good for soup”
There was a lot of talk about the University of Fairbanks basketball team. “We need to recruit some big young people to come up here. Then we’ll have a fast game on the court. Our short guards will teach em”.
A guy reading “Guns and Ammo” magazine interrupts the basketball jibber saying ” with a 350 grain it pops right up above 270 yards when you are using a 400. Well just last week we flew into a camp. This guy was really sore like his shoulder had been broken. That 300 knocked him. I don’t know why you’re buying a gun way out here you couldn’t shoot.
Then the young man again ” I won’t be able to drive a cement rruck much longer. The seasons near over. For the winter I’d really like to find me a cabin way out there in the middle of nowhere. That would be nice”