Gray silty water brushed swiftly up against the bank. Its force spun a fish wheel into motion dropping water and the occasional salmon into a wooden box. One step into the fast-flowing waters of the mighty Copper River would likely have marked the end of Mr J’s river finding days.Continue Reading

The mountains shifted to a deep orange as we observed sunset to the east. Sheer cliff faces jutted into deep blue skies. Those high crags captured the last of the sun’s rays for the day. Deep below, the river already flowed in deepening darkness. Meanwhile, the small Naxi village clingingContinue Reading