Here I am casting into the river. The extra tuffs protect your feet and are water proof. I didn't catch anything and it was depressing. The humpies were still running and they were disgusting.
We had to learn to shoot a gun in order to go salmon fishing. Here I am with a 22 and it was very easy to figure it out. I have surprisingly good aim for someone who has never shot a gun in their life.
Here I am learning how to aim the gun and shoot a log in the water. It occurred to me that even if there was a bear that I would not be able to load and reload fast enough to save anybody. Mark's advice was to kick a friend in the head and then you could get away while they got attacked by the bear.
This is a bear print from Rentacan. They were all over the place. For a size comparison see the shoe print to the left of the bear print- that person wears a size 14 shoe, this bear was huge.
This is Megan and me with Gilda picking wine berries by the airport. The berries are tiny and hard to find so you need to look for hours to get enough to make some jam.
See Lola, my car, by the airport. The little white building is the terminal- or warming hut as it is called. There is no baggage check or anything, basically the little plane flies in and you run out with your bag and then they take off again.
Here is the Roo running around like a freak all over Mt. Dutton. We went blueberry picking and she was supposed to be our bear dog but all she did was speed around the grass like a nutter on speed.
Brianna and I pose on the lava field after our super model walk off. This field is 20 miles from Mt. Dutton and when it blew a hundred years ago it spit huge boulders all over the tundra around here.
Here is another picture of the lava rocks. They are spread in a big arc from the base of the mountain almost to the road to town. It is a huge area and they are very big. The rock in the upper left hand corner is the size of a house.
Me standing by the mouth of the hydro plant. This is where the waterfall goes over and spins electricity and water for the town. The clouds in the background roll down the mountains like water- very neat to look at.
Well that was my weekend, I had a blast and I walked all over the place. On Sunday we walked to Rams creek along the beach and had to walk barefoot through 38 degree water to get to the road. I stepped in the decomposing carcass of a salmon and then almost fell face first into the river after my feet became to numb to feel- we are the genius out here.
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