It happened on Cape Fairweather which we knew had a 3-4 mile section of large boulders that we planned to negotiate by traveling on bear trails in the forest rather than on the beach. As we approached the start of the boulder section, I told Brooks we were heading to the top of the beach to find a way to scramble up the low bluff into the forest. He didn’t like the spot we chose to climb off the sand and went another ~75 yards farther down the beach and chose another route into the woods. It was instantly a class-5 vegetation maelstrom of layer upon layer of blow-down choked with devil’s club, salmonberry, and the like. We fought our way inland for about half an hour and then started to call and blow our whistles to make contact with Brooks who was struggling a bit farther along the coast. At one point we could hear him and figured all was fine, but soon after he decided the boulders would be better than struggling through the veg, and unbeknownst to us he dropped back down onto the beach and started around the cape that way. We searched for him for a while to no avail, and figured we would head back to the last point we were together as a group thinking he might do the same. It occurred to us he might just keep going and we might meet at the far end of the boulders where the sand started again, but the conservative thing was to consider his last known location (PLS/LKP) as a defacto rendezvous point (two of us are members of Kodiak Island Search and Rescue, so that was ‘protocol’, but we had not made an explicit plan as a group of what do if we got separated). We spent a very wet and windy afternoon and evening waiting, and ultimately the four of us spent the night in my Duomid. It was TIGHT, but we fit. The next day the four of us decided to continue as originally planned figuring he was ahead of us, searching for clues (foot or pole prints) and calling/whistling as we went in case he was doubling back to find us. He was waiting at a choke-point where the boulders ended on the far side of the cape. His account basically is the same as mine. We were not really concerned during our separation, and would have only escalated the search had we not found any sign of him in the sand on the far side.
8:38 is approaching Blacksand Spit between the Italio and Dangerous rivers. There are wide sand spits between the ocean and the river estuaries.
Glad you liked the video. It is austere and remote country, and I’m glad we did the trip, but not sure I’d be in a hurry to walk on that much sand again. The mountains are spectacular but the wide coastal plain is not too exciting, and there was a lot less wildlife than I am used to compared with Kodiak. Seeing wolves was cool though.