Over the bridge.
Oh, and you had better bring bear spray. This is a sort of veterinary grade tear gas. It looks like a grenade but I am told that you point and spray. Lobbing it at a grizzly might only momentarily confuse it.
It was a near perfect day. Lovely scenery and fine company.
We saw a few other fishermen along the way, none of them seemed to be having much luck. Salmon are slippery customers, when they are running strong you catch them. When they are not, you are just flailing at empty river.
As we went through denser and denser woods things did start to feel a little creepy. Nothing major, a peculiar sound here, a dead porcupine there. Some sections of the woods
just seemed a little too quiet. We saw piles of moose droppings twice. But bears? Nah, just a story to tell tourists from the "Lower 48".
No comments:
Post a Comment