I remember guiding a guy named Steve at SAFARI camp who wanted nothing more than to hook a chrome bright chum salmon after catching his share of pinks. I took the challenge. The tides had been off that day and …

A fine note to end the year on… You could be sittin’ in traffic           just spinnin’ your wheels Or maybe go dancin’           And clickin’ your heels Just try walkin’ in Alaska           and haulin’ your reels And you’ll …

But what we found so interesting in the network of snail trails, each often crossed and led into the other. Sometimes multiple snails converged into a single trail, making a train of snails.

And if you get a gift from your fellow guides, you might expect something along the lines of a box of flies wrapped in a sock.

And my own memory, along with Stef’s description of that particular day, stuck with me as the perfect representation of the SAFARI camp experience.

At times the dolphins would follow just behind our boat, jumping in the wake. Other times, jumping off the bow.

This is my thanks to the guys who have reliably watched my back, and who have given me the opportunity to watch theirs. See you next season.