Switching the TV channel from stale cable news, Gale settled on a scenic movie in beautiful Alaska. Soon I was tense, holding my breath.
 
In a deep ravine between peaked alps, the river tosses a kayak with the vigor of a number five hurricane. Riding the rapids, two teenagers paddle and scream with delight with each rise and fall of the angry waves.
 
Delight turns to terror when they come upon a huge waterfall, echoing ever so loudly through the valley. The girl, her brother, and the kayak drop separately. Swimming the cold, beastly waters, the girl grabs onto a huge log. Her brother tries, but the river pulls him away like a magnet. Nearly drowning, he fights the current to the bank.
 
I grew tense again as the couple climbs down a mountain to save their father from an airplane crash.
 
I seldom watch movies, but "Alaska" grabbed me.