Our mother never turned down a good adventure. We knew she would be all for a rivertrip, so did Griz. Griz was a highly skilled outdoorsman who grew up in Michigan, served the Navy during WWII in the North Pacific, and logged countless hours floating his canoes, Castor and Pollux, on many, many rivers. He was ready to log more on the Mackenzie River with our mother. She was all for it.
They piloted Pollux. Our mother, Ken, as Griz called her, sat at the bow. Griz manned the stern. He always said Ken was the best ‘bow man’ he ever had, followed by his big hearty laugh. An old CIA buddy controlled the stern of Castor while a ‘young buck’ (as they called the young man) sat at the bow.
This 1,000 mile river trip was just beginning practice for them. For after they returned from it, Griz was already planning their big float. They were going to the Northwest Territories of Alaska to paddle the Yukon River. An 1,800 mile canoe trip on the wildest river in North America. Our mother did not blink an eye.
We have decided to let our mother tell us their story in her photographs. All these photographs and notes belong to her. They serve to remind us of the strength, fortitude and the adventurous spirit of our mother.