When I was 4 years old and my dad was in the midst of writing The Final Frontiersman, I continually asked him when would I be able to join him on one of his trips to visit Heimo Korth who lives more remotely than anyone in North America in the the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge of Alaska. My dad told me he’d take me when I was old enough.
Just a few weeks ago I turned 15 and tomorrow my dad and I are making the first of 3 one-month trips from Lodi, Wisconsin to the Arctic. I will leave behind my mom and two sisters, my school in Madison, my track team , XC ski team and XC running team, my friends, my (new) smartphone, and all the luxuries of home. In exchange, I am going to take a bush plane 130 miles above the Arctic circle, where I will learn to build a cabin, shoot and butcher a caribou, fish Grayling for my dinner, fend off mosquitoes, dream about bears, harvest berries and learn the skills needed to survive in the wilderness from one of the world’s best teachers, Heimo Korth. My dad calls me his Gritty Gal, I hope I can live up to that name.