The flight from Kodiak to Little River Camp gave us a preview of our week. We flew over vast fields of wilderness with wandering streams, bears fishing on the sandbars, pristine lakes and a couple of native settlements and fishing cabins. At least 1/3 of the land mass of Kodiak Island is wildlife refuge and we were in the middle of it. Dick's property is one of the very few privately owned acreages providing a privacy not common to fishing camps. I noticed almost immediately (once our helicopter left) the absence of sounds of civilization. The rhythm of the ocean's swells on the shore, the whistle of the wind, the calls of the birds, and later, the full brilliance of the Milky Way in an unpolluted sky, let us know we were in Nature as it was meant to be.
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