Monday, August 15, 2011

Fogged out of fishing

Ken and I were going to go fishing with Stanley this morning at 6:30.  The fog was so thick it was impossible to see more than 30 feet. We delayed the departure until 7:30 but even then the fog was bad.  Stanley was leaving at 11 AM so we cancelled fishing.
 These pictures were taken at 10 AM.

 Finally the fog lifted enough for safe boating activity by 10:15 but Stanley and his boat was long gone.


 The town of Valdez has dozens of these "bunnies" running all over.  The password for the campground wifi is "watch4bunnies".  They are either all black or a black and brown mixture.

Abby and I spent the day getting the RV ready for the trip home.  We leave tomorrow for Tok where we will spend the night.  The next day we will drive to Chicken which is an Alaskan gold mining town.  After that we will cross into the Yukon Territories and drive along a patch of road (all gravel) that is called "The Top of the World" towards Dawson.  This will be a slow drive but supposedly the views are awesome.

From there we will drive south for a couple of days, cross into British Columbia and then cross back into Alaska near Skagway.  We will probably spent 2 nights in Skagway before resuming the drive towards Watson Lake.  From there we will drive through British Columbia and stop in Stewart B.C.  We will cross the border again and go to Hyder, AK.  This is where we hope to see dozens of bears from the viewing platforms along the river near Hyder.

From there we plan to drive through the western part of British Columbia down to Prince George over the course of several days.  From there we will travel south for a couple of days and will cross back into the "lower 48" near Bellingham Washington.  We will travel south some more and drive through Seattle and Yakima.  After that our route is still undecided.  We are still around 30 days from being home.

We have really enjoyed our time in Valdez.  The scenery has been spectacular with the mountains surrounding the sound and the thousands of migrating salmon in all the streams being chased by black bears and grizzly bears.  We hate to leave.