Ready to Hit the Trail Again

After some good sleep, Wrigs was ready to go again the next morning. Here he is annoying the heck out of Siku, who was already unhappy because he wasn't into carrying his own pack. You can see Wrigley's slow growing hair on his back leg (the surgery leg) in the bottom photo. I'm just a touch biased, but isn't he cute?!

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Here is Ron with the yellow dogs after our trip to the Cabin. Think they're zonked?!

Resurrection Trail/Fox Creek Cabin

So here we are at the Fox Creek Cabin. As in we, I mean Ron, Tom, Jen, Siku, Lady Lou, Dakota, Wrigley, and myself (WHEW!). These photos were taken after a grueling mountain bike ride from the Hope side of Resurrection Trail about 12 miles to the Fox Creek Cabin. The ride wouldn't have been so tough had we not had to slog through thick mud. B.L.E.C.K. I wish I'd taken a picture of my bike, that's it on the left on the first pic, because it was oozing with mud, grass, and chunks of who knows what. Also, I should clarify that the ride was tough only for yours truly. Tom and Jen, along with Tom's dogs, hiked into the cabin. Ron, Dakota and Wrigley made the trip look like a leisurely stroll down a paved bike path. Don't let my smile fool you. So that left moi all alone in the deep mud, also deep in bear country. I was lucky to make it through a muddy section without being either kicked off my bike (proper pedals and shoes are ordered and on their way, yipee!) or burying my back tire in enough mud that I had to get off the bike and wade through the rest of the section. Needless to say, I was getting frustrated, very frustrated. Thank goodness no one was around to witness it...let's just say that I almost broke into the stash of Crown I was carrying in my backpack. But, as my third grade teacher used to say, I turned my frown upside down, glanced around at the breathtaking scenery (maybe not the best idea since my breath was already taken for most of the ride), and finally made my way to the cabin.

Best Fish Ever

No pics this time, but I did want to fill you in on those yummy sockeyes pictured below. My parents came to visit soon after I caught those babies and we had some for dinner at a BBQ party the night they arrived in Anchorage. My mom, who is an excellent cook, said they were the "best fish she's ever had"! How about that?! Then we went halibut fishing out of Ninilchik and ALL limited out. Gotta love freezers full of fish (and berries from your backyard). I have some pics of a mountain bike/cabin trip I took a couple of weekends ago with Ron, Tom, and Jen (plus four dogs!!) - I'll get those posted soon. It was Wrigley's first non-surgery related adventure, and he kicked my a** up the mountain.

Fish on...finally!!

Two nights ago I drove down to the Kenai Peninsula with some friends to go fishing for sockeye salmon (aka "reds"). I've been fishing a countless number of times this summer and have so far hooked into a 70 lb King salmon (it's teeth sawed through my line - ewwww - and it got away with my lure), a silver (my knot failed and it got away with my lure, you see a theme here), several pounds of various river vegetation, and a rock. In other words, I had yet to land a fish! So I wasn't exactly confident in my ability to catch anything...other than a plant or rock. But my luck changed! I managed to "limit out," which means I caught as many fish as the Alaska Department of Fish and Game allows!! I landed three reds, which are somewhere on this stringer (must be the biggest three you can see - actually, the one on the far right end is the last one I caught). I even bonked them on the head, slit their gills to bleed them, and filleted them! I'll let you know how they taste... By the way, no making fun of my waders.