As we went out to do our habitual salmon fishing, my darling and I had no idea the bad luck we were in for. As we began to pull our net, our motor shut off- and wouldn't restart. So we were back to the stone age. You'd think we'd be comfortable there, considering we live without running water, television, and universal heat most of the time. But being stranded in the Yukon current truly puts things into perspective. We didn't have a paddle. Luckily, a family coming up river stopped and hauled us to shore. From there, we would walk. Well, I would walk. He stayed in the boat and used a stick to push the boat from the shore. I held onto a rope, tied to the boat, and pulled it up the side of the river. About three miles down, we ran into a man at his fish camp and he offered us a ride home. It's traditional Eskimo culture. No one ever leaves anyone stranded. Luckily for us, Eskimo culture is not one of racism- so even our lighter skin tone was blessed with their traditional kindness.
