A Week-end in Haines
Wouldn't you know it? Mother Nature chose Friday night to send forth her first snowfall of the season. So when we got up at 4 a.m. on Saturday morning to head off for a fishing week-end in Haines, there was quite a dump of it. It was pretty trecherous driving through the pass...in fact at one point we almost turned back. But then once on the American side, the snow stopped and by the time we arrived in Haines we were met by fall colours and only a light rain.
The fishing wasn't good: for some reason the salmon weren't running as they normally do at this time of year. Of the three of us, only Jamie caught anything (it's in the oven baking as I write this). But it was a treat just to be there for a couple of days. Here are some of the non-fishing memories I'll carry with me:
- scores of bald eagles perched on driftwood, waiting for breakfast to swim by
- the woods, with their rainforest-sized trees and thick bed of glow-in-the-dark moss: I felt like I was in Middle Earth among the Hobbits
- in the hotel room, Joe snoring to the left of me and Jamie snoring to the right, like members of a John Cage symphonic orchestra
- the mountains, the ocean, the temperate climate: Southeast Alaska has it all. And why is it that the Panhandle is part of the U.S. and not Canada??
6:59:53 PM 
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