“I grew with each whistle that echoed into the primeval growth or pierced the brilliantly dense fireweed for brown bears in day-bed drowse, and each step that found the river bottom, alive and ever-shifting. I began to understand that my steps here, or anywhere on this planet, are not, in fact, inconsequential.”

Matt Smythe, The Fishing Poet, travels to Alaska’s, Tongass National Forest and finds the place where the road narrows. Take a minute to join him on this personal journey. It’s one you’ll be glad you took.

“Where The Road Narrows”