Eggs mixed in bacon grease. Mostly grease. I stuck to a muffin and blueberry pancake.
Waist deep. 55 degree water. Gotta be on drugs!
One of the few salmon that made it into a net while I was watching. The cooler was jumping and rocking after he threw it in there.
This is Swags (sp?) He has a beer in his hand. He's a rugby guy.
The tide was slowly creeping in.
Back in the Alaska Range on the way home.
Same area. On the right is where Arctic man is held each Spring.
No comments:
Post a Comment