World's Largest Snag

     I know we have not written in a couple of days.  Suffice to say we are awed by the beauty surrounding us and keeping quite busy.  To top it all off we have been sitting around the campfire until midnight every night.   Here are the latest pictures and descriptions....On Saturday we went to the farmers market and the honey a vendor was selling cost 10 for eight ounces, whew wished I could have sold my honey for that price.  After the farmers market we went into the visitors center to see the worlds largest snag.  Literally thousands of fishing lures are snagged on one log and after years of breaking off lines at the same spot in the river some fishermen decided to gaff it and haul it up. 

      Just imagine every time a person cast their line and had to break it off because it was attached to something which could not be seen under the surface of the water.  

     This catch was finally hauled in by John and Bryan Lowe and their friend Vincent Hooper in July 9, 1987.  The estimates on this snag say it contains some 2, 500 lures the Spin-N-Glo type and all the sinkers and swivels which would go with the lures.  It weighed 600 pounds when it was wet according to  the visitors center information tag posted on the glass case.
     This display made me feel better about my fishing skills or lack thereof...obviously there have been some other people who have lost lures too, now I know I am not the only one. 
    

Homer, Alaska

     We went down to Homer and watched a couple of fair halibut being cleaned.  It was a grey day, but I still managed to get a few stunning pictures.  The picture above has the Homer spit in it and a cruise ship on the left...the mountain range rises up so high it makes a person feel very insignificant.

Halibut in Homer

Doug's Fishing Spot!

This has been our fishing and lodging view for the past four days and we plan on being here for three more days.  Imagine this view with a cup of coffee every morning.  The Kenai River is quite famous for its Kings and Reds, but it should be for the view a fisherman has while fishing and waiting for the big King to grab the hook.  Each day we end with a camp fire to relax and recap our daily explorations.  So, here is Doug's fire!  All warm and cozy.

Kenai

Clam Gultch

Clam Gultch with Whale

Cow Moose and Calf

We are in Soldotna!  The Kenai is the most beautiful place I have ever been.  These pictures were taken by Calm Gultch. The second picture has a little swirl in the water we believe it is a whale.  Doug and I also found lodging which exceeds all of our expectations.  The pictures of the interior of our cabin are just a sample.  We also have 300 feet of private Kenai river front to salmon fish on, by ourselves!  The moose and calf were 20 yards from us and I snapped a couple of pictures.  She was bristling on her back.  I am sure she was saying "stay away from my baby, or I will turn your car into a heap of tangled metal."

 Our Lodging

This is the kitchen area of our lovely accommodations.  We have everything that the comforts of home would provide and our host is so knowledgeable. Gary, the man who we are renting from has built an amazing compound.  For years he drove down from Anchorage every weekend and worked on building a home, shop, bunk houses and many other buildings.  He now lives here full time and rents out to people and groups for fishing.  To sit next to the fire ring and be 40 feet from the river is amazing.  A drift boat this morning is the first activity we have seen on the river in two days.  Let the run begin and then we will talk about activity on the river.  There has been a black bear hanging around camp the last few days but we haven't seen him yet.

Looks like Saturday might be a good day to go to Homer to catch some halibut.  It will be nice to put a chunk of fresh halibut on the grill.  Homer is only a little over an hour south of us so it will make a nice drive down then not too long to get back after the charter. So, with any luck pictures of Homer Alaska and a few nice size halibut will be posted soon.

Salmon fishing is work!

      Tok, Alaska was a beautiful place to spend Monday night.  Tok is in a level area, but surrounded by mountains.  The views leaving town are impressive. Doug and I stayed in a little cabin along the roadside.  We had our first dehydrated soup meal and frankly it was wonderful.  The soup mix requires water and heat.  A hot bowl of creamy wild rice soup was ready in only about 10 minutes prepared on our Etna portable camp stove.

        Salmon is on the agenda for Tuesday.  We drove down the mountain range toward the Copper river area.  The mountain view after the cabin picture is where I lost my set of keys to the car.  I do not have the time or patience to going looking for that set of keys on that mountain side!   We had stopped for a comfort break at a scenic overlook and well...100 miles later I could not find my keys.  Oh, and my keys open the car...Doug's just drive the car, his keys do not open anything.  So, if anyone sees my keys...they are somewhere by the mountain.
      The river we fished was the Klutina river.  A big thanks to the Alaska Outdoors forum for the fishing advice!  Doug limited out the two days we fished at Klutina River.  I on the other had only managed to catch one fish...the littlest.
    I titled this as "Salmon fishing is work" because I only fished on day one.  Day two I was content to sit along the shore and watch Doug catch his limit again.  Catching fish is a little harder than it looks.  I am way better with the camera!   Here are the pictures of Doug's Red Salmon.  Doug cooked one of our first days catch in butter and season all salt.  We could not eat it all and so we shared with the neighbors.  The neighbors came calling about ten minutes later asking for the recipe.  When we told them what he cooked the salmon in, they could not believe it.  Doug made it simple to have great tasting fish! Doug's fishing skills will be talked about around the campfire, but Doug's cooking skills on the river will be talked about in kitchens all over Alaska.  Doug says this is a stretch, but I don't think so!
     It rained from Glenn Allen all the way to Soldotna!  I did not take any pictures.  Anchorage was just an area we drove through because all the motels were booked up.   We however saw a moose with her twins and scenery which can be best described as breathtaking.  With each curve we would see a new valley or mountain range.  Most the the area we traveled through has mountains from 11, 000 to 18, 000 feet.  The gorges we so steep only a mountain goat would dare traverse this area, yet people have in the past.  These individuals must have had great courage.  I was intimidated just driving by this range in a car and trying to imagine traveling through this area on foot or horseback.  Yikes!
     Last night we had brick-oven baked pizza at the St. Elias Brewing in Soldotna.  This place is a must on any travel plans to Soldotna.  The beer was cold and brewed right on site! The pizza was cooked in a brick oven and the crust was chewy.   A tasty ending to a rainy day!

Canadian Speed Trap

     I have several pictures to post today!  I promised yesterday I would do this as soon as I have internet access.  We have arrived at Tok, Alaska.  It is beautiful and Doug said "I feel like I am home...,"  I of course politely remined him "home is in Nebraska...we are just visiting here." I think I am the confused person here...he is just going to buy land and we will send for the children after we get settled. 
     A Canadian traffic stop really got me today!  We only saw one patrol car the whole time we were in Canada....nearly 2800 miles of missing patrol cars...but as we crested a hill and saw a reduced speed sign, there was a patrol car sitting on the side of the road.  I was in fact about five kmph over the speed limit.  I slowly squeezed the brakes so it would not be to obvious that I knew I was exceeding the posted speed limit.  Good, the patrol car is not pulling out on the highway...very good!  Doug and I then brust our laughing as I passed the waiting patrol car...it was a very realistic life sized, plywood cut out of a patrol car and it was difficult to tell it was plywood until I was right up on the fake patrol car. Running out of internet time...so I will write two blogs tonight...with more pictures.  See blog number two today.

Wild Kingdom!

     This morning dawned with rain and damp weather.  We started early as we have on everyday of our trip,  Doug claims that the animals are out in the early morning and evening and these are the optimum times for wildlife viewing.  He also, assured me yesterday that I would see moose and he was correct!  We had not driven 50 miles and there on the side of the road was a cow moose and her calf.  She was very shy and I could not get a clear picture of her or her calf.  The next moose was quick and equally as shy but I managed to snap her picture as she turned her backside toward me.
      This brought us into the wild kingdom moment.  We talked about the moose and how huge she was and her quick reflexes for such a enormous animal.  I still can not express how quickly we would spot a moose and then they would be gone!  Next on the wild kingdom day was was a grizzly bear.  He was turning over rocks along the highway looking for a roadside snack.  The grizzly was young and retreated into the woods as we slowed down to take his picture.  We took about five but I am only posting one picture.  We stopped at Laird Hot Springs and just before we turned the last corner into our soaking spot...there were two Stone Sheep along a shale outcropping. 
     The tip off was the a mini-van from Nevada parked beside the road.  The sheep were minding their own business and currently being disturbed by the tourists.  We slid in behind the irritating tourists yelling at the sheep and snapped their picture from the highway.  You will see that the pictures never seem to do justice to the animal, but I did try to capture the moment.  Bison are abundant and all along the roads...they lay there and do not care if you are taking their picture or yelling at them...this one in the picture barely gave us the time of day.  I snapped several pictures and continued on my way.  The day continued to be rainy and dreary, but after every corner there were animals and wild life.  The final curve had a young black bear feeding on the grubs he found while clawing at the dirt.  I will apologize now, because not one picture would load...there is always tomorrow morning.

Headed up into the mountains

We are in a nice motel tonight in Ft. Nelson.  If you look it up on the map that means we drove another 600 miles today.  The Alcan highway is a beautiful conglomeration of pine, aspen, and birch.  There are small service stations about every 20-50 miles and the scenery is as unique as it is breathtaking.   As we headed up into the mountains a rain storm comes over the mountains. We took these pictures and the rain came shortly afterward.  The pines in the foreground are over forty feet tall and it is difficult to see, but the area in the shadow is all pines.  We drove down the hill called Suicide Hill today.  The claim is that at the top of the mountain used to be a sign which read "prepare to meet your maker," as we were driving down all I could think of was "I am so very happy we had our brakes done before this road trip, so happy!"  Oh, and new names of towns Blueberry and Beaver.

Mile Marker Zero

     Greetings everyone!  We are now in Dawson Creek, British Columbia!  Mile marker number zero of the Alcan highway is about 1600 miles from Nebraska and a little under half way to Alaska.  We slept in Whitecourt, Albert last night it was a mini-adventure as three motels we stopped at did not take cash.  Can you believe it they only wanted credit cards or debit cards.  We did not want to use those so we kept going from motel to motel until one owner said "I don't care when we asked if he would take cash", I have taken a couple of pictures, but not nearly as many as I thought.   It is so hard to take pictures with Doug on a mission to get to the next spot on the map each day.  He claims he will start relaxing now...we will see. 
     Overall there could be a straight line drawn in the soil where agriculture ends and logging begins.  It is such a stark contrast, one minute we were traveling through fertile farm country and the next we were in large stands of pines, aspen, and birch.  This morning when the moose cautionary signs seemed to show up with every 50 kilometers or so...we say a cow moose and her calf dead in the median.  I have yet to see a live moose.  Doug has guaranteed me I will see a moose.  I guess if I do not see a moose I get my money back...right. 

     We have passed towns called Buffalo Pound, Fox Creek, Lovering Lake, and Moose Jaw.  I am keeping a log of unique town names to share a few each day.