Thursday, June 14, 2012
When we were talking to the host at our B and B at breakfast
this morning, we inquired about where we might buy bear repellant before
setting out on our morning hike. He very
generously offered us the use of his own spray canisters, which we were very
happy to have when we set off at the trailhead in the Russian River Campground
and the ranger and several returning hikers told us of brown bear sightings on
the trail. We headed off, repellent at
the ready, bells jangling, singing, and talking loudly, on a 2.5 mile hike to
viewing platforms above the river. What
an amazing spectacle awaited us there!
The river was rushing and crashing below us, loud and powerful, and then
we began to spot the salmon struggling to swim upstream.
It was just a thrill to witness this passage we’d read about and seen on film so many times before; the reality was beyond anything we could have imagined. We ventured beyond viewing platforms to watch fishermen casting into the current before returning to the trailhead. Lots of fish, lots of fabulous scenery, many fishermen, lots of hikers, but no bears for us.
It was just a thrill to witness this passage we’d read about and seen on film so many times before; the reality was beyond anything we could have imagined. We ventured beyond viewing platforms to watch fishermen casting into the current before returning to the trailhead. Lots of fish, lots of fabulous scenery, many fishermen, lots of hikers, but no bears for us.
This afternoon, we took the Skilak Lake Road, stopping at
many scenic spots along the way. Late in
the afternoon, we arrived in Kenai and checked into Harborside Cottages, on a
bluff overlooking a beach and magnificent snow-covered mountains in the far
distance. The cottages are owned by the
mother of one of Mary Ellen’s former colleagues, and we were greeted very
warmly. We’re delighted at the prospect
of spending five nights in this wonderful setting and began our residency with
happy hour on the deck and dinner “at home” with a view.
A great day, from beginning to end. Speaking of which, it’s becoming very
difficult to actually bring these days to a close. The sun is streaming over
our deck right now (10:30 PM), and I’m having a difficult time even thinking
about getting ready for bed!

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