tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14675051192856844642024-03-07T19:32:14.741-08:00Off to AlaskaFrom a 33 foot sailboat to a 34 foot motor home, new adventures as we travel to AlaskaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-22015925111095379422007-09-13T11:21:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:16.653-08:00Map of our Travels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?hl=en&ie=UTF8&msa=0&msid=111385973442643612866.00043979e89b3a1a374e4&z=3&om=1"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RumGENVZtpI/AAAAAAAAAzg/FqfV48_2zlM/s320/Alaska+Trip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109762659085563538" border="0" /></a><br />Click on the map at left to view the map of our travels through Canada and Alaska. Once you are at the map, click on a line segment to learn of that days trip.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-83541962921072327142007-09-13T11:19:00.002-07:002008-12-10T16:24:16.895-08:00For sale 9 (start below)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul_ZtVZtoI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mEY60x8TaOU/s1600-h/IMG_6665.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul_ZtVZtoI/AAAAAAAAAzY/mEY60x8TaOU/s320/IMG_6665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109755331871356546" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, wherever we went with Bubba, we were home.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-19070227139821476612007-09-13T11:19:00.001-07:002008-12-10T16:24:17.103-08:00For sale 8<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul_M9VZtnI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KMegYWvfWwI/s1600-h/IMG_7024.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul_M9VZtnI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/KMegYWvfWwI/s320/IMG_7024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109755112828024434" border="0" /></a><br />Bubba navigating the fog.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-67053299887864841862007-09-13T11:18:00.001-07:002008-12-10T16:24:17.245-08:00For sale 7<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul_BtVZtmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/6x6o7_Sqqeo/s1600-h/IMG_6954.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul_BtVZtmI/AAAAAAAAAzI/6x6o7_Sqqeo/s320/IMG_6954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109754919554496098" border="0" /></a><br />Meeting new friendsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-88180571184810113672007-09-13T11:17:00.001-07:002008-12-10T16:24:17.566-08:00For sale 6<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul-1NVZtlI/AAAAAAAAAzA/eRQcp-3a4k0/s1600-h/IMG_7101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul-1NVZtlI/AAAAAAAAAzA/eRQcp-3a4k0/s320/IMG_7101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109754704806131282" border="0" /></a><br />Camping in the woodsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-77397992013958855442007-09-13T11:16:00.001-07:002008-12-10T16:24:17.813-08:00For sale 5<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul-l9VZtkI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Cn4BNUDkJyc/s1600-h/IMG_8332a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul-l9VZtkI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Cn4BNUDkJyc/s320/IMG_8332a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109754442813126210" border="0" /></a><br />Exploring new customs and cultures.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-76952309757994441212007-09-13T11:15:00.001-07:002008-12-10T16:24:17.917-08:00For sale 4<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul-YNVZtjI/AAAAAAAAAyw/uqbQOIlGYvs/s1600-h/DSC01408.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul-YNVZtjI/AAAAAAAAAyw/uqbQOIlGYvs/s320/DSC01408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109754206589924914" border="0" /></a><br />Bubba relaxing with snacksUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-36222079923498187592007-09-13T11:14:00.001-07:002008-12-10T16:24:18.085-08:00For sale 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul-HtVZtiI/AAAAAAAAAyo/vyBi6egApDw/s1600-h/DSC01348.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul-HtVZtiI/AAAAAAAAAyo/vyBi6egApDw/s320/DSC01348.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109753923122083362" border="0" /></a><br />Fearless in the face of storms.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-11192431597549007002007-09-13T11:13:00.001-07:002008-12-10T16:24:18.591-08:00For sale 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul96tVZthI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8-6sodAHg-o/s1600-h/IMG_8114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul96tVZthI/AAAAAAAAAyg/8-6sodAHg-o/s320/IMG_8114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109753699783783954" border="0" /></a><br />The successful mountain climber.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-47398432609081050212007-09-13T11:10:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:18.796-08:00FOR SALE BY OWNER<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul9mNVZtgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/p_h5od-HZxk/s1600-h/IMG_6559.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul9mNVZtgI/AAAAAAAAAyY/p_h5od-HZxk/s320/IMG_6559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109753347596465666" border="0" /></a><br />We regret that our trip is over and that it is time to say goodbye to Bubba. We end this Blog with our thanks to a faithful rig and pictures of some favorite memories.<br /><br />Bubba visits Devil's TowerUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-83894766178436992782007-09-13T10:42:00.001-07:002011-08-20T15:41:51.431-07:00Not to be forgotten<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul2pdVZtWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/jqb0Ks-4Kvw/s1600-h/IMG_7220a.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109745706849645922" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul2pdVZtWI/AAAAAAAAAwo/jqb0Ks-4Kvw/s320/IMG_7220a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul2jdVZtVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/mOf7kR8Yt8Q/s1600-h/IMG_7215a.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109745603770430802" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul2jdVZtVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/mOf7kR8Yt8Q/s320/IMG_7215a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
We don't want to end without looking back on one favorite experience: THE ALASKA MARINE CENTER. So, please return in time, before Denali and the Hyder bears, before the the generous fisher people of Haines. During our travels in the Kenai Peninsula we visited Seward and pulled out the big bucks for a visit to the wonders of the Marine Center. Our favorite exhibit was the seabird condo, a multifloor environment with one story of air and 2 stories of water. We wondered, Shouldn't it be the other way around? Nope. The sea birds flew with more power and grace under the water than in the air. In fact, the allotment of water seems thin since some of the birds are able to soar 600 feet below the surface. These pictures feature two of the exhibit's stars: the rascal with yellow side burns is a Tufted Puffin and the dapper gents perched on the rock are Commen Murres.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-2691891823842679992007-09-13T10:41:00.001-07:002008-12-10T16:24:19.835-08:00Long, fast road<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul2TNVZtUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/B8U9lbTf3F4/s1600-h/IMG_8376.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul2TNVZtUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/B8U9lbTf3F4/s320/IMG_8376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109745324597556546" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, on Vinnie's birthday August 30 we decided to stop exploring and start making miles toward Atlanta. He began driving 12 to 14 hours a day and in 3 and a half days we traveled 2,980 miles to find ourselves lost and disoriented in Atlanta. It all looked strangely familiar.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-46190945115923087662007-09-13T10:36:00.000-07:002011-08-20T15:43:17.486-07:00The final mountain<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul1w9VZtTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sG04IWfmy7c/s1600-h/IMG_8366a.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109744736187036978" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rul1w9VZtTI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/sG04IWfmy7c/s320/IMG_8366a.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /></a><br />
On the fast track home our last adventure was a stop at Mount Saint Helens. We had planned to visit the information center, watch the movie, and quickly head south. However, the mountain enticed us to stay and so we traveled 47 miles further to pay her our respects. She is grand and still smoking.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-56037258492599361432007-09-03T12:37:00.000-07:002011-08-20T15:44:09.486-07:00Suzanne<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxiuWFR6pI/AAAAAAAAAiw/E4qjSM-6q2E/s1600-h/IMG_8373.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106064625872530066" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxiuWFR6pI/AAAAAAAAAiw/E4qjSM-6q2E/s320/IMG_8373.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
<div>With our adventures behind us, it was wonderful to look forward to a visit with Stuart's (Dad's) sister Suzanne. We arrived in time to celebrate her birthday. Happy Birthday Suzanne.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-61111694527012267782007-09-03T12:35:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:20.582-08:00The party's over<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxiJ2FR6oI/AAAAAAAAAio/DWTVMFC6rug/s1600-h/IMG_8353.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106063998807304834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxiJ2FR6oI/AAAAAAAAAio/DWTVMFC6rug/s320/IMG_8353.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>After <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hyder</span> we turned back to the Yukon and our road home. After several days of travel it was clear, we weren't in Alaska anymore. The mountains and glaciers were replaced by flat, green pastures and our big wildlife sightings were called cows. We no longer saw the signs that said "NO SHOOTING FROM ROAD" or "SPEED LIMIT 55 WHEN CHILDREN ON HIGHWAY". Unfortunately we were arriving back to a world that fit our own sense of normal. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-22811475334235297802007-09-03T12:22:00.000-07:002007-09-03T12:33:22.085-07:00Bears in action<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='280' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx12paY4mdI0lVNntSy5vzK_xibde91QyNB38GrSA8JEmAlQf4cKDsTMatELDG9PnwaAMoDzHQuuxvBAwZ4kw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Push play button to see the bear family work and play.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-53918371318044496412007-09-03T12:21:00.000-07:002011-08-20T15:47:36.693-07:00And more bears<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rtxe8WFR6nI/AAAAAAAAAig/HCqcuX7N-aQ/s1600-h/DSC02017.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106060468344187506" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rtxe8WFR6nI/AAAAAAAAAig/HCqcuX7N-aQ/s320/DSC02017.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
<div>Our second visit to bear country was early in the morning of the next day. We were lucky to find a large grizzly sow and her three cubs in the stream. We've heard that black bears are more predatory than grizzlies who prefer to scavenge. This mom and cubs did not waste any energy on fishing and munched on dead and dying salmon in the stream. It was such easy pickings that two of the cubs devoted themselves to wrestling. The ranger told us that this area was grizzly gang turf and that black bears kept a low profile. Episodes of bear on bear violence do occur; near the stream was the carcase of a black bear which was now just grizzly snacks . </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-12529030857228657742007-09-03T12:19:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:20.871-08:00Dinner<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxenWFR6mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/1rT1A1RrqZc/s1600-h/IMG_8214.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106060107566934626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxenWFR6mI/AAAAAAAAAiY/1rT1A1RrqZc/s320/IMG_8214.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>These salmon were the catch of the day for bears. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-15027916211186087952007-09-03T12:18:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:21.199-08:00Just what we'd been looking for: BEARS<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxeIGFR6lI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/y4ekKruHeX0/s1600-h/IMG_8210.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106059570696022610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxeIGFR6lI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/y4ekKruHeX0/s320/IMG_8210.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Although we had seen the distant bears at Denali and some of us had gotten closer than we liked to grizzlies in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Haines</span>, we still had not had our fill of bears. So off we went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hyder</span> Alaska, a small tip of the US perched on a peninsula of the Yukon. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hyder</span> is known as a place where bears go to fish for salmon and where people go to observe them. The National Park Service even provides a platform for this spectator sport. On our first visit we watched this black bear successfully <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fishing</span>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-64899894793623742882007-09-03T12:16:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:21.338-08:00A Bear?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxdzmFR6kI/AAAAAAAAAiI/KFZwC1hGDNo/s1600-h/IMG_8342a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106059218508704322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxdzmFR6kI/AAAAAAAAAiI/KFZwC1hGDNo/s320/IMG_8342a.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>In <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kitsequecla</span> the totems still stand in their traditional locations. This carving was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">draped</span> with a bear skin and ruling over the front yard of a modest ranch style home. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-44315083755478892622007-09-03T12:15:00.000-07:002011-08-20T15:49:44.512-07:00Pictures<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxdkWFR6jI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KXLd3ZUKb6A/s1600-h/IMG_8289.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106058956515699250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxdkWFR6jI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KXLd3ZUKb6A/s320/IMG_8289.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
<div>Although the carvings were located in residential neighborhoods, there were few people or cars and the totems were standing in isolation and quiet.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-33681139376165869942007-09-03T12:14:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:21.810-08:00Above us<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxdTGFR6iI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bCsX7ngUu70/s1600-h/IMG_8319.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106058660162955810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxdTGFR6iI/AAAAAAAAAh4/bCsX7ngUu70/s320/IMG_8319.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>There are several small villages in Alaska where Native Americans still carve and display totems. We saw beautiful totems in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gitanyow</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Gitwangak</span>, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kitsequecla</span> against an overcast sky. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-37364246711340728622007-09-03T12:13:00.000-07:002011-08-20T15:53:25.900-07:00Other fish lovers<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rtxc-mFR6hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oAO9uLEOWBY/s1600-h/IMG_8156.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106058307975637522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/Rtxc-mFR6hI/AAAAAAAAAhw/oAO9uLEOWBY/s320/IMG_8156.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
<div>The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fisher people</span> had warned us to watch out for the many grizzly bears that were also fishing along the river. Walking back we saw an excited group of people standing on the bank. Since Vinnie was carrying the grizzly bear snacks, he stepped to the other side of the road and watched for bears coming out of the woods. Maria walked next to the river and the bear and took this picture. It demonstrates what a picture of a grizzly bear at dusk looks like when the photographer is only 15 feet away (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">noncompliance</span> with the Denali 300 yard guidelines) and rather anxious. We managed to bring the dripping fish back to the camper. We do not have a picture fish in the sink and the blood all over the kitchen counter. Fortunately, Grandpa quickly took charge and we had enough salmon fillets for several tasty meals. Thanks <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Fisher people</span>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-62029707244719924592007-09-03T12:12:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:22.177-08:00The generosity of fishermen (and women)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxcuGFR6gI/AAAAAAAAAho/fhL5-f9enlU/s1600-h/IMG_8159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106058024507795970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxcuGFR6gI/AAAAAAAAAho/fhL5-f9enlU/s320/IMG_8159.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>About 10 minutes later our fishing friends drove up, holding another pink out the passenger window. "Here's one for tomorrow" they said as they gave us another flapping, bleeding salmon. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467505119285684464.post-41853763106379370872007-09-03T12:10:00.000-07:002008-12-10T16:24:22.571-08:00The first sign of fish<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxcZGFR6fI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kAbyL9aC59I/s1600-h/IMG_8077a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106057663730543090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WDHKLkQcdu8/RtxcZGFR6fI/AAAAAAAAAhg/kAbyL9aC59I/s320/IMG_8077a.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>After dinner, Vinnie and I wandered out to the river and noticed bright white spots in the trees across the river. In every third or fourth tree was a bald eagle, and several were swooping down to grab fish from the water. We wandered on and found hordes of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fisher people</span>. One man and woman told us that they were each catching about 20 fish and hour. They had gotten enough for themselves and were now throwing their catch back. When they heard that we liked fish they caught us one, did some brutal things to bleed it, and gave Vinnie a 4 - 5 pound pink salmon which continued to struggle as we walked back to the campsite. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0