“Here take a selfie with me in front of the Nome Nugget.” She snapped a quick photo and texted it to her uncle just as her phone went dead.
When they arrived at the docks, there were some small boats heading in for the day, but there were still hours of daylight left, so most would work until dark. The short eighty-seven frost-free days had ended, and soon ice would prevent further searching for gold. At the docks, they saw a middle-aged man sitting alone at the end of the pier with a husky by his side. He was broad and thick, a local native man. His salt and peppered colored hair was close cut. His skin was tan, and he was wearing ‘Bunny Boots’, big white rubber boots worn in the Far North. He wore old denim overalls and a fleece undershirt. As they approached, the dog gave a low
