Chapter 21
(Sitka, Tongass National Forest. Petras’ story. The previous Wednesday, April 1)
The Sitka Orienteering Club had about 20 members but given that few of them worked a regular 8-5 Monday-Friday schedule, it varied how many showed up for a camping expedition. This trek had four people, a smaller than normal group, but not unusually so. Anderson was the trek master for the April trip.
“April Fool’s Day. And I was the fool,” Hank said, sardonically. Then resumed his description of the trip.
Anderson’s job was to pick a site, organize the camping part of it, especially the food and the booze, and make the arrangements for them to be lifted out to the site and then picked back up.
“You know how orienteering works?” Hank asked.
Paul shook his head, but Jonas shrugged. “A bunch of
