I’m up at 6:20 to prep for the Chilkoot hike. I didn’t get a full eight hours, but I want time for my morning exercise routine, breakfast, a last check through my pack.
Hannah has found the only place in Skagway that’s open for breakfast, so we backpack the 18 blocks there.
Everything is silent. I crouch at the river’s edge, dip my hands in the silty water, bring them to my face. In the still morning, a breeze dries the moisture from my cheeks, eyes, frozen hands.
The river’s current is swift, steady, unruffled silver. Clouds hang low.