There were three Dicks in my life. Saying that recently to a friend made him squirm and squiggle, but it’s true. I was from a time when, if your name was Richard you were called Dick, and it was ok. There was my Uncle Dick, my first long term boyfriend Dick, and Yukon Dick. To Yukon Dick I am grateful, for another bead on the awakening of my life. From June to October of 1982, I was I was kayaking the headwaters and as much of the 2,300 miles of the Yukon River as weather would allow. I was traveling with my boyfriend and had spent most of the winter making preparations for the trip. We were using a foldable Klepper kayak that would allow us to fly the boat out from wherever the journey ended. |
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