After a lazy day at home and a morning ride out North Pole, the three of us gals took an afternoon trip down the Chena River to the mouth of the Tanana. Before leaving, Brenda posed for a shot on the back of Susan Butcher's Iditarod winning sled.
We couldn't have asked for nicer weather when we rolled out on the paddle boat.
A bush pilot takes off from the shore line of the Chena next to the boat.
Several dogs from Susan Butcher's famed sled dog line. Unfortunately, Susan is no longer with us, after passing away after a battle with leukemia. Her kennel is alive and well though.
This is the confluence of the Chena and Tanana Rivers. One is glacier fed and therefore comes with a great deal of sediment in the water. When they meet it takes a while to dilute out. 
Mouth of the Tanana River.
The inside of a portable fur lined tent.
A local woman still practices the art of fur work. This is a beautiful woman's winter parka. The patterns, furs, and stitching all tell a story about the woman, her family, and her tribe...
This is a close up of the "sunshine ruff" around the hood of the coat...
The back of the parka. Again, the distinct patter is specific to the tribe.
Hitchin' a ride...
A salmon wheel used to catch fresh fish off the river throughout the salmon run.
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