After bouncing east down the rutted gravel of the Denali highway, we turned south for Haines, a salmon fishing mecca. After several tasty dinners, our supply of reds and silvers was running low and we expected to find a hearty supply of fresh fish waiting for us in town. Unfortunately, the salmon had just been bought out by a disreputable bunch of tourists. We retired to our campground fishless and settled for beef.
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