Ice, mud reveal a Person of Merit

  Her wet, baggy trousers were so frozen they clanked. Her jacket sleeves from cuff to elbow were stiff with a slurry of ice, mud and slime. In her numb, frozen fingers she clutched a big, dead fish — and laughed her head off. Up until that black October night on the banks of the Chatanika River near Fairbanks, Alaska, …