Homeward bound

We left Tok in a hurry–daddy drove the blue Suburban while Jill (15) and Ben (12) took turns holding the Coleman stove atop the cooler and frying bacon and eggs. A plume of blue smoke trailed out the passenger window behind daddy, who hoped they’d not encounter an Alaska State Trooper with a bent for putting out fires. Anchorage beckoned. And they were in a 1985 hurry to beat the clock for a funeral–hopefully not their own.

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