My brother David (a former police officer who now teaches at a University in Finland) had joined my son Casey and me on a two-week float of the Yukon River from Dawson City, Yukon, to Circle, Alaska. Five days into the trip found us approaching the confluence of the Nation and Yukon Rivers, deep in the heart of the Yukon-Charley National Preserve - truly the "middle of nowhere." We had made camp for the evening and were amidst our dinner preparations when a strange cry suddenly erupted from the brush behind our camp. The cry was followed by the sounds of someone dumping a heavy backpack to the ground. We watched as a somewhat bizarre-looking man came staggering out from the brush.
The stranger related that his name was "Joe." He proceeded to tell us a rather unbelievable story, involving a prolonged trek that he had undertaken with two companions, from whom he had been separated during a nearby forest fire. Joe now wanted to "hitch a ride back upriver" to the village of Eagle and "just get the hell out of there." Joe seemed to have no idea (or concerns) as to the whereabouts of his hiking partners, and did not seem the least bit interested in their welfare. During the telling of his tale, Joe had casually mentioned that he had discharged his 12-gauge shotgun twice while trying to signal his friends during the forest fire.
As the story progressed, my brother and I exchanged several knowing glances, common to those who have spent numerous years "on the job," dealing with criminal suspects and defendants. What were we dealing with here? Was this a helpless greenhorn who'd had a falling-out with his hiking buddies and been sent back to the river? (Or was the National Park Service goingto have to start searching for bodies?)
While it's probably not the best story-telling form to "give away the ending," I'll tell you now that Joe's buddies were located several weeks later when they abandoned their cross-country trek and returned to the mouth of the Nation River. They confirmed that they had indeed had a "parting of the ways" with Joe, after it was obvious to them that he was not up to the physical rigors of their planned trek. While I can now see that Joe's "forest fire separation story" was his attempt to save face at being abandoned, it presented several significant issues at the time that I was ill-prepared to deal with.
The Meaning of Off-Duty