On to Alaska
BLOG UPDATE: The saga continues up to July 25, 2008.
BOB: We made it into Alberta Province only to spend the night in a Walmart parking lot on the evening of July 12, in a small berg named Whitecourt. The drive has been rugged at times, but what we have seen everywhere has been nothing less than spectacular. The most common word we have heard from each other is “WOW,” and it would be next to impossible to describe the diverse beauty and traits of each state and province we have been in – so we will attach photos as soon as we figure out how to do it.
On July 13, we left Alberta behind and drove into British Columbia, staying along a side road somewhere near Fort Nelson. Then on to the Yukon Territory and off the road again on July 14, next to the Boston Pizza restaurant in Teslin, Yukon Territory, which brought back long lost memories of the television series entitled Yukon Territory. I believe the show was something about a Canadian Mountie or some other hero with a rifle and a horse. The only thing that I am sure of is that Clint Eastwood actually had nothing to do with the show. We finally splurged and had our first meal outside the motor home, and found the pizza from Boston extremely good, but suspiciously similar to the pizza from Denver and Phoenix. We will admit however, that shoe leather (as in what we called my mothers too well done steaks) would have been a welcome change from the diet we had so fondly grown to enjoy, and to which our systems had yet to fully adjust to. About half of what I have ingested so far has been Tums.
Believing that we have said enough about Walmart, we jump to the 18th of July and
Valdez, Alaska, where we are actually settled into a real R.V. park. We now have
hookups for water, sewer, and electric. Since we have hit the highway of Alaska (yes, I really think there is only one road in Alaska) we have seen three brown bears, one wolf, a herd of some kin of the mountain goat, and a moose that Dan got great film of while he was in the water (the moose, not Dan) either having a cleansing bath or rooting food from the bottom of the huge pond.
In Valdez, we have been advised by our park owner, Thor, who we think is some kind of god, that the salmon are most eager to be fed lures 90 minutes before and after high tide. Thor gives us a booklet of tide charts. We are further advised that the lure to use is a pinkie. Thor shows us a pinkie lure. The advice continues on where to take the lure for the best chance of having it show what it can do. Thor gives us a map and details the location of Allison Point. We are then introduced to Charlie, who tells us about his fishing at Allison Point just yesterday. His story was something like this: “My buddy here (we didn’t catch his name) and I were down past the power plant, as far as they let you go down Destination road because the oil tankers come in there and it’s all part of our oil storage for the government and they stop you and you get a fine or they can shoot you, and we had two pinks and all of a sudden this bear come out of the woods (the bear was evidently defecating in the woods) and we seen him and ran like hell. We left the fish right there on the rocks. We got in the truck and watched that bear eat our fish.”
Well, we were more eager than ever to get down to the fishing, and it was getting close to the evening high tide time (3:04) so we began our fourteen minute goodbye. Thor reviewed the entire scenario to be sure we had it all down pat – seven miles down, go past the yellow flashing light, where on the right is the cheapest gas around, turn right at destination road and go five miles down to the warning signs for the oil storage, park and fish along the bank, watch the rocks, they are real slippery, …
We had to unhook the RV, as it is our only means of transportation, except for the bicycle Dan brought along, which is way to high for me to ride with comfort, and headed toward our first salmon fishing of the trip, and only eleven days into our “odd”essy.
WOW, WOW, WOW Dan brought in 12 pinks, Bob 11 pinks. But Dan got some great film coverage of the three bald eagles that enthralled us for well over an hour. These eagles were not actually “bald,” as it takes about five years of maturity to earn the white feathers that make them bald. That did not keep them from performing the incredible mating ritual that Dan caught on film. In fact Dan attempted to recreate the same ritual that very night in the RV camp office, and I swear he had this older, deaf woman turned on. It really tickled her feathers.
FYI: There are four salmon in Alaska that make runs into the bay and up the rivers to spawn. The number one for fishing and eating is the king, or Chinook salmon. You need a special tag on your fishing license for the king, and the run was well below average this year and has been very sporadic. We arrived too late for the king salmon. Number two is the silver or coho salmon. This is the one that is now at the head of our quest. In the distant third position is the red, or sockeye salmon followed by the lowly pink, or humpy salmon. The pink is the one most likely to be canned or smoked by the natives here, but also has the best chance of being in your local supermarket. We saved the first one we caught (by Bob) and cooked it on the grill. We thought it was great, and are now really looking forward to the better and best of the salmon.
We will keep you posted!
bobgil
July 27, 2008 at 3:06 pm editsounds like too much fun
July 30, 2008 at 2:39 am editSounds like you two are having a wonderful time! I would love to see some pictures and even some of that video that Dan has been shooting.
I look forward to reading more of your adventures!