I took Virginia and Christopher, our son, on a camping trip to Maine in November and December, 1971. We found out our son could thrive in ten-degree weather. We took off for Alaska in June, '72, arriving in Fairbanks June 26. Stanley made preparations for the trip, honing up on wildemess survival. Once there, however, he met many men and women who came with very little and survived.
Nobody starves up there.
He flew me over Talkeetna. I ended up camping on a lake. Peter and Ginny cut and hauled logs and built the cabin they lived in for three years. Two of their children were born there. Stanley continued playing and singing to his family and on stages in local inns and restaurants.