I'd been advised to be up bright and early Sunday morning. There was an expedition planned. My friend's wife was to meet us at April Bowl near Summit Lake, and she'd have one of her friends with her. My friend and I were starting out early because we were going to take a very interesting back road there, through the wilderness. It was a neat journey.
Now, all this would have worked if nature didn't have such a sense of humor. For one, it was gray that morning, with a lot of low-lying cloud. There were times we were about on instruments. But, we overcame that much.
We got to the designated point about half an hour ahead of schedule, and we got out and started to hike up to April Bowl. It was steep and a little treacherous at points, and there was very little visibility, but nothing I couldn't handle. And some of the views were still nice. Besides, it was Alaska. How was I going to pass this up?
My friend and I had hoofed it up most of the way and had paused for a little bit. I was admiring the scenery and the clouds, taking it all in.
My friend then asked if I saw that black spot over by a white area about a couple hundred yards away.
I told him I did.
"Does it look like it's moving?" he asked.
I replied in the affirmative. It also appeared to have a second smaller dark spot next to it.
"That's it. We're done."
Yep, it was the Ursine Menace. Perhaps we could have pressed on with no ill effect, but we were unarmed and alone, and no match for a sow defending her cub. Best to get the hell out. So we did. (If you don't understand why, read the "Ted" chapter of Peter Jenkins' Looking for Alaska. I'll leave it at that.)
So our little meet-up didn't happen there. Instead, when the other half of our party arrived, we had a quick discussion and went back to Summit Lake. That's where we had a wonderful breakfast, using a big flat boulder as a picnic table. Homemade muffins, fresh fruit, little Babybel cheeses...it was a blissful way to start a morning.
Then it was off for more adventure, as we came back down and parked at the Gold Mint Trailhead. We piled out and started to hike. My friend's wife and her friend took on off, which meant my friend and I were left behind. But we made the most of it, walking along the trail at our own pace, talking about life, and taking pictures with hearty abandon. I was glad I'd bought the additional SD card.
A couple hours later, while my friend and I were back at the truck, we saw the other half of our foursome emerge from the wild. They brought with them a craving for pancakes. So we drove back into Palmer for a late lunch at a favorite little cafe, and sat around the table for a couple hours telling stories. It was all fun.You'll recall we'd picked some salmon up at the store on Wednesday. Well, I was to leave the next day, and the fish needed to be cooked or frozen. So that night, my friend hauled out the salmon, gave it a good seasoning, and broiled it up. A wonderful spicy orzo dish accompanied it. And, yes, fresh Alaska salmon was everything I hoped it would be.
That night, I went to bed very happy. The only bad spot? Tomorrow, it would be time to come home.
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