The Copper River (for real)
You might imagine my surprise when the pilot, on our flight over and into Alaska, announced that the Copper River was off to our right. Naturally, I snapped a picture. You can’t actually see the river from here, but it’s just a little off… to… the… right.
In case you don’t even know what I’m talking about, it’s this.
Also, I imagined my story taking place during a more copper-colored time than March. I mean, come on, this is practically the Silver Kingdom right-here-right-now.