“There’s not a lot going on in Haines. I don’t know what you’re going to write about.”
That’s what the border agent at Dalton Cache said after I told her I was headed to Haines to edit the Chilkat Valley News. I’d driven more than 1,000 miles in my Subaru stuffed with plastic totes, my bike and groceries. I smiled politely, not sure if she was joking. Had I made a mistake in leaving my…