This is a great adventure story. No one gets killed. There's lots of checkers-playing. It's just low-key occupants taking in the sights and trying to stay on top of things on a home-made raft floating down the Yukon. No big budget or PR. Just curiosity and gumption. Plenty of nifty human/nature interactions along the way, too. Not much better than a raft, is there? (OK, a tree fort ranks up there.) ...A raft and some friends hanging out for a summer, drifting along. ...And all the adventures along the way. Let the Type-A's finance and exploit their uber-complex high-tech Everest assaults. There's plenty of room for adventures on a more human and natural scale, with a wider range for cultural discovery. (Rumination has no place in the do-or-die binary decision-making of extreme adventure.) Start nailing and sawing, see what you can make with the funds at hand, then shove off! Marvel at the clear water and funky characters flowing by. Plenty enough adventures will find you that way as well. More tales like this, and more folks taking more trips like this, would be more better.
After I let it linger on my bookshelf for many years... (!), I finally had a chance to read this adventure that took the four men two summers in the early 1970s, to go from Dyea to the Bering Sea on a raft they built themselves (and them made into a cabin, then skied to the sea). Following the footsteps of the author’s grandfather. Not a bad read! And a real adventure. Interestingly, almost NO mention of bears.
Tryck's ambitious journey follows in the footsteps of gold seekers who had gone before - including some of his own family. It's not long before you can see the spell of the Yukon take hold of Tryck and his mates.