An Alaskan moose-hunting saga, part 5: The journey concludes

Disgruntled, I began hiking down the gravel road in the darkness, my wet boots sloshing with every step. It was a quick pace, and I swung my arms for added speed. I told myself that the faster I walked, the sooner I’d be done. I was so close to getting out now.
Why hadn’t I just marked that bike with the GPS? The road into this area is a 29-mile-long stretch of gravel. You would have no business being here if you weren’t hunting, fishing, or camping. That road doesn’t get a lot of traffic.

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