![]() Someone had trusted her to guide him down the Rogue River through the hazardous rapids. ![]() Except Alice had never wanted to get in that river again after what had happened eight months ago. ![]() She should be in a raft guiding other enthusiasts who’d come to the region to meet the white-water rapid challenge. What she didn’t love? The heat, the sweat and the bugs she’d experienced during this brutal hike. They weren’t going to run out of places to explore anytime soon, which was something Alice loved about the area. Tens of thousands of designated wilderness acreage still remained to explore, not counting about a million acres of Siskiyou National Forest. Marie had wanted this off-trail adventure far from the overcrowded Rogue River forty-mile trail and the buzzing drones in the canyon. Marie had hired Alice to lead her on a hike in the wilderness-it had been on her bucket list, she’d said. This was called roughing it by any standard. ![]() Slathered in insect repellent, Alice Wilde and her client had already hiked for three days into the Oregon mountains filled with bald eagles, waterfalls and huge, winding trees-oaks, pines and junipers-while they did their best to avoid poison oak. ![]()
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