Alaska Travel Wilderness

March 12, 2010 1:47 AM | Alaskan Photo Tours

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An Alaskan fishing experience in Travel & Lake Creek in the town of Skwentna

The phone ringing in the darkness sliced, shook me to my core. It was 4:30 in the morning and in the few moments before Ken could pick up the phone on its side of the bed, I imagined every possible disaster in the book.

"Who is it?" I with my mouth, unable to endure the suspense a moment longer. "Northwest Airlines …." lip sync for me to change. And so began our holiday. For months, he had been planning it – our return to Alaska after a break of two years. And now, the recording at the other end of the phone told us our flight had been canceled because the Duluth airport is socked in fog. "Oh ….." I moaned Noooooo on my pillow. I quickly re-emerged, however. "We're going into the car, drive to Minneapolis and catch it there!" I cried. We jumped out of bed and scrambled in the dark – quickly resolve to take charge of despair. Twelve hours later, we are going round the tree-covered hills, Spectacular ocean floors and the snowy mountains surrounding Anchorage. It was like coming home – our fourth trip to a land that had come to know and love from our son, Jason, first moved there to attend college in Fairbanks.

We made a quick trip to the market to replenish supplies in the pantry Jason fishing lodge now operates on Lake Creek, and reached oxide Flying Service on Lake Hood, shortly before 5 pm with our four large duffel bags and five boxes of groceries. A group of tourists who had just returned from a trip flight to Mount McKinley and seemed impressed by our mountain of gear. "You'd think we were going out caribou hunting for weeks, right? "I said with a smile to anyone in particular. We went to the office and submitted to the seaplane flight and then returned to expect out of our game. An elderly woman watching the flight of the group tentatively approached me and asked timidly: "Are you really going hunting caribou? "" No, "I laughed," we are actually leaving our son fishing lodge. "" Ah, damn! "Said she looked disappointed. "I was so impressed to think that was made to hunt caribou!"

It was not until the next morning, when they finally we were knee deep in the middle of Lake Creek in our hip waders finally began to relax and let Alaska really started to seep into my skin and get rid of all the stress and strain of the days and weeks leading up to that time. Before I was even prepared for it, a silver salmon hit my line. "Mom, Mom, let him run with it!" Jason cried. "And do not forget to keep your rod tip up or it will just break side! "No matter how many times I've done it before, I seem to always have to" break in "period where I forget everything they have learned – and panic, just. And as soon as it began, my "battle" with the fish over, and came off and shot. It was not long, however, before another hit my line. In this time of year, salmon are preparing to spawn, so they hit the bait of anger and distraction hunger, and to fight hard when they are connected.

My line zinger almost continuously as the coho salmon run after run with it, and finally achieved his cartwheel across its length on the surface of water. "Man, oh, man," I shouted. "This is living!" Recalling the end Yesterday my instructions carefully-tutor a couple of years I have worked with patience until the fish I have it up far enough to the coast of Jason ease out of water.

The 8-pound salmon and half solid muscle in early to make the red light of the spawning season. With the intention of releasing him, I wanted to have my first picture with him. I gave him my digital camera to Jason, and he carefully transferred the fish into my eagerly waiting hands. "Now Mom, "Jason said," be careful to not squeeze too hard, but keep a firm grip to keep away from you …."

I wrapped a hand around the base of the tail of the fish and carefully slid the other just below the gills, it remains under water. And then, looking up in lens of the camera and became a dazzling smile, the fish turned around powerful – and ran away.

Part II

The cold icy in the morning was in conflict with the sleepy warmth of the quilt large enveloped us. The sky had cleared overnight, and the temperature had dropped below zero, covering the lawn and the porch of our little cabin with a fragile layer of frost. Although it would have been easy to give the call of our warm blankets, the thought of hot coffee thermos that I knew would be waiting at the front of the porch railing was too strong for resist.

I got into jeans that were cautious as cold as the outside air, dragged a sweatshirt over his head and rushed out to grab the thermos waiting cup thick and who accompanied him.

I knew my son, Jason, had probably been up for hours and I marveled at how everything ended the circle …. Later, he approached the main house, where Jason was frying hash browns, with plenty of grilled onions in the kitchen. Off in another corner of the grill was a mountain of scrambled eggs and thick slices of chorizo. Breakfast is definitely one of the highlights of the day in the desert Place Lodge, and then a sniff of the delicious aromas, there was no turning back! We're pretty inhaled our breakfast, though – eager to establish our planned trip to a stream known as salmon Eight Mile, Yenta powerful and Skwentna rivers. Soon we were zooming up the Yenta lodge in one of the dories of reaction, nestled up against the eyebrows the cold morning air. For a while, I felt as if my eye sockets were freezing – until a bend in the river and were greeted by the whole picture of the Alaska Range in relief against the bright morning sky. It took the collective breath away, and forgot all about being cold.

By Finally, we reached our destination – a sandbar at the confluence of the Skwentna and Eight Mile. We beached the boat, dropped the anchor on the ground and landed with the entire team.

As the morning sun began to warm, was a day unlike some others – and silver bites! Silver salmon fighting fish, and acrobatics and careers fishing reel current smokers do for them as exciting as any fish I've found. One minute the line is casually drifting through pockets of calm water along the coast, and the next, muscular fish hitting the creeps aggression and proceed to give the tug of war game wild all you've played!

And while we did battle with many of them were our arms sore by the end of the morning, which only kept three of them – one to eat for dinner that night and two back and smoke in a fire smoldering alder in the smoker.

Before returning to the lodge, we decided to stop and walk from the Parador Skwentna river for lunch in the kitchen cozy, intimate of the old two-story house located in a small clearing in the forest. The lodge, as many others scattered across Alaska, is intended to be a stopover for travelers in the remote wilderness of Alaska. This example also served as guest house winter for children whose families live in very remote areas so they can get to school every day. It also welcomes the spectators during the race of the famous Dog Sled Race Iditarod every year (the Skwentna post office across the river is the first official race stop).

The couple has been owner of the inn and run in the last 40 years has been trying to retire for the last few years so they can fulfill their dream of living on a sailboat off the coast of Baja California. But alas! – They have been unable to find a buyer and what is still running.

Part of the ritual of stopping there they sit to the large kitchen table and "shooting the breeze" with them for awhile before ordering your meal – no matter how empty his stomach. When we mentioned we were in northern Minnesota, the husband, John, said with a smile, "Wow – as if I could not tell by the accent!" Whoo-ee, Joyce, "laughed a laughter from his wife, "maybe we should put on the" ribbon Fargo, "while these people are here …!!"

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