Mingo, Ulley and Marcus had an exhausting and dangerous day on the Yukon yesterday. It seems they are kayaking when they can – day or night. Sharron received a call late last night from Mingo (since it was already past midnight CST here).

She said they are doing well but exhausted and soaked to the bone. They had to escape some microbursts today which on a river that is now about two miles wide is not a quick and easy feat. They did make it to shore in somewhere in Fort Yukon and were in the process of making their way through the Refuge.

Mingo’s shoulder is still aching and he’s now having some numbness in his hand. The group should be reaching the Yukon River Bridge on the Dalton Highway sometime late Sunday or early Monday.

Sharron said Mingo sounded tired. And as they were hanging up, she heard one of the guys in the background say, “We’re gonna do what the locals do. We’re gonna drink beer tonight!” Indeed, after a day like today, a little celebrating sounds like it’s in order.

I reach for the phone on the first ring. There is crackling then silence. A few minutes later it rings again – same thing. The third time I say hello and hear “Um, Houston, we have a problem.” Then silence.

I quick redial the sat phone number but only get the stupid voicemail prompt. I’m hoping that his quip was an attempt at humor about the crappy sat phone connection and not an indication that something was really wrong. His voice sounded fine, no stress but then again I only heard it for two seconds. I wait for the phone to ring again.

And continue to wait…

Finally, the phone rings again. I pick it up for the fifth or sixth time and hear a garbled “Hello.” A second of silence passes then another “Hello” this time much more clear. Finally, we have a good sat phone connection.

“I paddled 50 miles today and am in Nation, a little ranger’s cabin in Yukon Charley,” Mingo quickly tells me. “I’m staying here tonight.” He sounds excited, much of the anxiousness of yesterday having disappeared from his voice. (So yes, the Houston comment was humor!)

“I didn’t start out until around 9am this morning. Pretty hard six hour day. I could use a good rub-down but I don’t think anyone is going to come up here and do that,” he chuckles. “Got hit by a thunderstorm. Lots of lightening. I had to come ashore until it was over,” he continues.

He asks how things are going back here. There’s not much to relay especially compared to his exciting day. We quickly wrap up conversation. Time is of the essence now. “I’ll give you a call tomorrow night and let you know how far I got,” he says.

As I hang up the phone I think of a variety of other things to ask him. How was the paddle? How is the river? Did he see any animals? I was so wrapped up in just finding out he was OK that I completely spaced on asking him anything of importance. Oh, and I need to tell him not to start out the conversation with the “Houston we’ve got a problem” phrase unless it’s true. Gets a girl all worried!