They came hurdling towards him and soon they were encased in his mud. Silt Bog knew not who or what these creatures were, but it was content as more creatures came to join the others. As they went to leave, Silt Bog had hoped that one day he could experience that joy again, and until that day; Silt Bog would have to be content with the occasional squawking bird.
The story above describes another fun filled memory of 11 high school kids and 10 adults as they made their way down the rugged Copper River, studying and filming for the Copper River and Northwestern Railway documentary project.
On one of the last nights we spent on the river some of the more rowdy students found a puddle that had formed in the sand from recent flooding of the river. This was no puddle that you would find in your backyard, it was almost more of a swimming hole. The bottom made of sand would suck you into its grip if you stood still too long, and it was probably a good four to four and a half feet deep in some spots.
Kristi Knutson and I had gone down with some of the other students, who said they were going to get clean. We did not want to get wet, but before we knew it, we were being dragged through the sand. As we fought getting thrown in there was a sudden realization; we were not going to win against three strong boys. As we caved, they shoved us into the deepest part of the puddle. We chased Wesley Voley around for quite some time trying to get him in but he had shoes on, and ran off into the woods. We found a spot that smelled terrible but was filled with mud and before you knew it we were covered in mud, running through the guides’ camp, spraying mud everywhere as we went. The students who thought they were going to get clean, ended up dirtier in the end than they had planned.
This is just one more memory that I will cherish about my time here at Kenny Lake School, and the great times that I have shared with so many different people. Thank you Mr. Voley for an outstanding trip and memories that I will treasure for a lifetime!