Chapter 13
Dace figured they flew about an hour, probably east into the Chugach State Park, probably not midnight yet. She had been looking out the window, and even in the dark, she thought she’d have noticed the highway that led home, or the lights of the communities that now lined the road from Anchorage to Wasilla. South and east, Anchorage sat on a large body of water. They hadn’t flown over it. So east.
Knowing they were flying east into the park was hardly useful information, however. The Chugach was nearly 500,000 acres — roughly 700 square miles. It stretched 200 miles from Anchorage to Canada, and while most of the state’s communities on the mainland abutted it, there were only a smattering of subsistence squatters within in it. And he could easily find landing places with a flo
