Cheers to Local Knowledge
kwooton@aimmedia.com The 100-foot motoryacht my friends had chartered in Southeast Alaska was anchored in a cove with no other signs of human life. To say the solitude and the mind-warping views of high mountains rising from Chatham Strait were overwhelming is an understatement. I was on deck with my camera listening for a very human sound: that of a floatplane carrying a guide we’d hired in Juneau a couple of days before to put us on a few salmon, make our fly rods bend and keep the yacht’s chef happy. As if on cue, a red and blue de Havilland Beaver, with its noisy radial engine, rounded the point, did a flyover and dropped into the cove. The crew delivered the guide to the boat, and we began our briefing for…