Tonight we are back from Alaska, feasting on silver salmon WE CAUGHT OURSELVES in the Kenai River. Sort of. This fish was swimming upstream last Saturday.
Our group required three boats. Our boat had the youngest kids and highest likelihood of having to come back early.
“I hope we come back last with the most fish,” I told my mom.
It wasn’t a contest of course. No really, it was no contest—we creamed the others by catching twice as much as they did combined!
Naturally it was all due to our masterly skill, lucky baby charm, and general competence. It had nothing to do with our excellent fishing guide, Dean, who teased my mom for reeling one in wrong.
In the end, we caught SIX silver salmon (one each for Eloise, Isaac, my mom and me. Chris caught two). So even though we did in fact have to return first, it took sooooo long to fillet aaaaaaaall our fishes that it came out almost even.
On our way back to the cabin we stopped at the St. Elias Brewing Company in Soldotna, one of Luke and Amber’s favorite post-fishing dinner spots, for pizza, Autumn Amber Ale, and Snowbird Belgian. The brewery is named for the mountain, one of the tallest in North America.