There is a frequent truism on the Kenai. When the fireweed flowers top (reach the top of the stalk), the fishing season is done. The frenzied fisher folk must believe it. Even in freezing cold water (this day had strong winds to join the frigid Cook Inlet temps), these folk were bound to catch their fishes. The population of fisherfolk has gone down quite a bit, but it was late on Friday night. Almost 10 pm.
I grew up in Alaska, went to college in Portland, OR and ended up on the coast for 17 years before moving East. Am interested in many different things and am looking forward to sharing them with you!