I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

 Yes, Papa Bob swam the Hudson River, and is alive to tell about it. (Although he hasn’t told me.) My sister Kathleen emailed that he made it, even with his wet suit on backwards and goggles filled with river water. That’s all I know. In Haines, it was another gorgeous day and hard to stay inside knowing that the fireweed are already seed, and winter is coming sooner, rather than later. Half the town must have been napping in the sun this evening, recovering from a terrific fair.