A fire detour to the remote community of Holden Village
Day 129 The small and uneven campsite right next to the bridge over Siuattle River worked perfectly despite my concerns. I was awakened by my alarm clock half past four am. That was a meant as a compromise: one one hand, I wanted to be able to get to Holden in time for dinner and with the possibility of getting a room there for the night. On the other hand, sleep. I thought half past…