by briansII » September 11th, 2011, 9:31 am
We had just gotten off the river, and the camp manager/outfitter said he would like everyone to gather by the boat dock. This was to be our last day of the trip, and I just assumed this was a group meeting to express his appreciation for being there. Once everyone was gathered around, Brad started to tell us what had happened. I had a smile come across my face, because I though this was a joke he told all his groups on the day before they left. The look on Brad's face quickly wiped that smile off my face. Even though I didn't believe what I was hearing, his look and tone quickly changed the mood of the group. I could see tears well up in his eyes. On my left, I could hear Eric quietly say, "my brother inlaw works in the Twin Towers".
After the group talk, I was numb. Once it started to sink in, and we talked, I think we all realized we needed to talk to our families back home. The only problem was, we were in the Alaskan wilderness. Our only connection to civilization was a satellite phone. One satellite phone. I pretty much pace until it was my turn to use the phone. When it was my turn, I told my wife I would be home ASAP. She said not to, because I was in the safest place I could be.
All flights grounded. Brad, the manager said we could all stay and fish, gratis, until flights resumed. We found out some guides were stranded at spike camps, waiting to be picked up by bush planes. They were not sure they had enough food to get them by. Brad sent a boat up river to look for them.
No question, I had to get home. A handful of us decided to leave as soon as a flight could reach the camp. A late push of silvers came up. The rest stayed, and had some of the best fishing of the trip. I didn't know what to expect once we landed in the town of Dillingham. It looked normal, except for a jammed packed airport. It was hunting season, and there were rifle cases all over the airport. It turned surreal once we hit the Anchorage airport. Absolutely wall to wall people. It was eerily quiet, with again, many rifle cases. I remembered thinking, if terrorist were to try something here, there was enough firepower to send them packing.
It took us over a day 1/2 to get from Anchorage to California. Our little group from camp ended up splitting up into 2s and 3s. I was with my buddy from home, and Eric from AZ. One the last flight home, I sat next to Eric and we made a connection. I found out later his brother in-law was late for work that day, and wasn't in the building when they were hit. He lost many co workers and friends that day. I still try and keep contact with Eric.
I hear my daughter playing with her Barbies in her bedroom. "Lest we not forget". The stakes are much too high. God Bless the men and women who keep us safe.
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