I found the shortcut to the Kuskokwim river. There is a trail just the size of a snowmachine across the Tuluksak river right where it bends around the village.
Maybe it is a mile long, probably less. Along the way are the first signs of spring (besides all the melting snow):
And on the other side the mighty Kuskokwim!
I saw a few snowmachines hauling trees. There probably isn’t much time before the river gets too dangerous to travel on.
I could hear dogs barking from the village. When I got back, I ran into these two:
The conversation went like this:
“What are you doing?”
“I walked over to the Kuskokwim”
“I dunno, it is a nice day and I wanted to see it”
“Yeah, but why did you walk?”