Notes from the Fishing Grounds

We ate dinner at our friend’s the Campbells tonight.
They feed us regularly. There were about 14 there
tonight. One a 12 year old, a high school sophomore
and freshman, two college juniors, a middle-20
something, and the rest of us.
We were to bring the hore-dervs, and so naturally
brought king salmon lox, hot smoked coho [...]

Pulled yet another classic boner yesterday. Ron and I
went deer hunting over across from our cabin. A
northerly was blowing, and we even had a little
freezing spray crossing Stephens Passage. When we got
to the place we’d leave the boat for hunting, the wind
was blowing and we weren’t certain we could float the
boat offshore [...]

We have a local Salvation Army here in Juneau. They
run a thrift store and use the money earned for
projects to help the needy in town. In front of their
store are numerous signs that say “Don’t leave
Donations Here after hours”. Of course, people make a
habit of dropping off crap there after hours. [...]

Winter is a time to reminice. Things slow down up
here, like everywhere else. There’s time to daydram
about home.
A boy had many milestones growing up in Bolivar. One
if the first was learning to ride a bike. That was
almost instant freedom. Just about everything worth
doing was reachable by bike. The fishing [...]