It is the 07th day of the 07th month of the year 07. The news reports three times the normal weddings this Saturday because it is such a lucky day. Las Vegas is booked for the same reason. Well we just couldn’t pass up this opportunity to try our collective luck. We have placed our fishing envoy, Jack, on the auspicious fishing charter boat, the “Carnivore” to try his luck at Halibut fishing in Cook Inlet on this triply lucky day. Continue reading Fishing the Kenai:
Category Archives: Travels
Denali:
Question: Why would anyone get up early to get on a bus at about 8 am and spend all day to drive 182 miles only to get back to the same spot twelve hours later?
Answer: To visit Denali – the National Park; the Mountain; the wildlife: And see them we did. Wow! Continue reading Denali:
Midnight Sun
We are almost to the Arctic Circle. Not quite, but close enough we can “taste it.” The Arctic Circle and its companion the Antarctic Circle are the dotted lines on the map that mark the furthest from the pole you can get and still experience the phenomenon called “the midnight sun.”
The Wild Life
The best time to observe the “Wild Life” along the Alaska Highway is early morning. We made the effort this morning and were rolling by 7:30. During the day we crossed the summit of the Canadian Rockies at 4,250 feet. We pulled some nine percent grades, and although the highway was narrow and without shoulders we were able to drive on smooth paved roads with only an occasional rough spot, and these were always well marked. We have been cruising at about 50 mph in these mountains. Perhaps just a tad slower on the nine percent grades. Continue reading The Wild Life
The Great White North
We are now north of Dawson Creek and officially on the Alaska Highway. We have come about a thousand miles into Canada and tonight we are staying in Pink Mountain, British Columbia. Pink Mountain is a small outpost in a sea of trees. We are thinking it is probably named for its most famous home town band, Pink Flyod. They were a popular band in the early 40’s. Consisted of a rhythm guitar a kazoo and a wash tub bass. We saw a movie at Dawson Creek about building this road. Continue reading The Great White North