Brawl for salmon fixins
"Leave No Trace" with my melting wheel chocks. Supercub, stirred but not shaken, on the rocks.
The sun hit these glaciers right on cue
It took me 15 minutes of flying the coast before I found a spot to land where the brown bears weren't clamming. It's rush hour with griz-lock traffic.
Had a bear visit me during the night. I was in a cabin, but the problem was that it also wanted to be in the cabin. It had a persistence of thought for my Famous Amos cookies, I suspect. After about 20 minutes of my one-way conversation with it, it left. The next morning wolves howling brought me out of a deep sleep. Cool!
Time to land
PB & J sandwich hits the spot
Petersburg, a small-ish fishing island.
Further south along the coast equalled worse weather. After clearing customs at Prince Rupert, I headed inland across British Columbia, eh.