Hugging a rocky mountainside, shivering in a boat on a cloudy early morning and getting a bloody nose from a salmon. This is how you learn to love the outdoors?
Well, the boys all survived their childhoods and they do love the outdoors. So, there's that. And despite the expressions on some faces in the photos, they would outvote me on the idea that they might have postponed some of these adventures for a few years.
I forgot to mention in this episode one of the highlights of the fishing trip on the Tonsina River. We were casting near the mouth of a creek that flowed into the cold, rushing river. Casey, the five-year-old, hooked into a fish that probably weighed as much as he did. As the fish headed down the Tonsina, Casey was pulled along the creek bank. I rushed to grab him; Larre grabbed Casey and, of course, the fishing pole. We lost the fish, but Casey stayed dry.
I found the photo of the three boys huddled into the front of the fold-a-boat on the duck hunt. They don't look as miserable as I remembered. How much fun can it be to get up early in the drizzly fog to huddle together in a small boat while someone blasts a shotgun from a few feet away? It's an acquired taste, I guess.
Larre and I went back to the Klutina River camping after the road dried out. In the morning this mother moose and her calf moseyed down the river toward our tent. Mom was not pleased with our tresspassing, and always kept herself between us and her baby. I was ready to back out of there and let them enjoy their stroll, but Larre had to shoot a bunch of photos first.