Chapter Twenty-Four
Remy
The plane angled in the sky, and I looked out into the distance where Denali stood tall, a sentry in the landscape. The snow line was gradually inching higher on the mountain. It would hold snow on its peak all year long, while the snow on its flanks would rise slightly as it melted during the warmer weather.
I recalled the first time I’d flown out with the crew last autumn. The stunning Alaskan wilderness was mind-blowing—miles and miles and miles of raw beauty. Mountain peaks and ridges, lakes and rivers, swathes of forest, and, closer to the coast, glaciers sparkling ethereal blue. As the plane turned toward Willow Brook, Swan Lake became visible in the distance, glittering under the late afternoon sunshine.
I loved my job. I always had. When I did my firefi
