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.

Spring is the time of year I start thinking more about weird accidents. No doubt since I was run over by a truck on an otherwise lovely April morning on a quiet street in town. When my sister told me about a man killed in Central Park when a tree limb fell on him during a recent snowstorm, I told her I always look up when I’m snow shoeing. Not just for branches, but for the heavy clumps of snow dropping from them that we call treevalanches. Also, I never, ever, run with an iPod. The recent wolf attack in Chignik is a good reason to have your ears open. They say the teacher killed jogging may not have heard the wolves. And now this: an iPod wearing beach jogger in South Carolina was killed by an airplane making an emergency landing on a beach. He didn’t hear the plane crashing into him.