(photo left to right: Dick McClenahan '76, Chris Dickey '03, Richard Soaper '78, Taylor Nissi '08)Day 7. We wake to a familiar noise: the sound of rain. At this point we have been doing a lot of "laying in bed" and it was wearing on us. A sort of physical and mental languish that is hard to describe unless you have actually experienced it. We worry that the clouds are too low and we'll be marooned on this gravel bar for the next 5 days... until we hear a different noise, the noise of a bush plane. Our hero, Roland, had flown in despite conditions no other Kodiak bush pilot would have challenged. We load our bags and fly back to Kodiak Island, anxiously awaiting dry clothes, fresh beds, hot greasy food and beer.
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