At the end of the trip, we pulled the boat from the river and waited at Macherak Lake for our floatplane pickup. And waited.
The pilot didnt come the day he was supposed to. Or the day after. Our food was running out. The problem was that I had told him to meet us at Kavacherak Lake. He finally figured out where we were three days after our scheduled pickup, when our supplies were down to fish from the lake and a few soggy pieces of squash.
We were evacuated in a hurry, and had to fly home in a hurry through a snowstorm in the tiny plane. Suffice it to say, Ill never be the navigator again.