I met Clem in one of Adak's abandoned military installations in 2014. I was solo hiking across the island and Clem was giving his friends a tour. We met again days later in the airport, and he told me (what must be just a tiny portion of) his life's story, how he came back from WWII infected with malaria, marched aimlessly in the tundra with a rifle on his back, and eventually ended up in Halibut Cove. He said ravens were not the best of games since they were big but thin. I remain awe-stricken to this day. Best wishes, Steve from Canada
I met Clem in one of Adak's abandoned military installations in 2014. I was solo hiking across the island and Clem was giving his friends a tour. We met again days later in the airport, and he told me (what must be just a tiny portion of) his life's story, how he came back from WWII infected with malaria, marched aimlessly in the tundra with a rifle on his back, and eventually ended up in Halibut Cove. He said ravens were not the best of games since they were big but thin. I remain awe-stricken to this day. Best wishes, Steve from Canada
It is wonderful to see this great profile of Clem and the pictures of Diana and beautiful Halibut Cove.
Clem died today, at his home in Halibut Cove. RIP.
This is fabulous. I never met Clem, but I have an original by his wife, of an otter lying on its back, done in octopus ink.