Risk Management Magazine

The time has come again when leaves begin to change color, the wind gets a little crisper and dreams of a freezer full of venison start luring hunters back into the woods.

It wasn’t a typical rush-hour traffic pattern. Instead of a steady flow, vehicles were clumping in groups and coming to a stop in unpredictable patterns.

There I was — plastered to the ground on the side of a mountain, 35 miles into Denali National Park and Preserve in Alaska. I dug my heels into the loose scree, trying not to send more of it cascading below me.