Again, the dundunda is suppose to be the sound of danger. We began our trip to the end of the road by stopping off at the new ferry terminal at the south end of the island. We then went to Green's campground where we enjoyed the scenery and the boys (Dustin and David) enjoyed the nets. The nets were suspended above the ground in the treese. The boys looked like monkeys. No sign of the elusive moose anywhere. We continued to the end of the road where we didn't find a moose but we did find some bear scat. That is what the picture above is. It proves that the old saying about a bear and the woods is no, they prefer to scat in the road. We returned to the cars and our next stop was Wilson's creek where we picked up our landscaping supplies (rocks for Aunt Alice's garden at the Sugar Shack). Back into the cars and we stop next at Ohmer Creek. At the this location, we attempted to revisit our youth and skip rocks.
Dustin and David attempted to teach us the proper form for throwing rocks. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough rocks on the beach for Amy and myself to learn how to properly throw a skipper. (See picture to left) Next stop is Man Made Hole. The location is much prettier than its name. Back into the cars and the next stop is the fish hatchery. We viewed very teeny tiny King Salmon aka the Chinook. Amy and I selected 2 of them and we plan to return in the future to catch them when they weigh more than 1 ounce. Back into the cars and we are off to Blind River Rapids. This is a lovely location with a boardwalk over the muskeg. We walked down to the rapids and several fisherman were attempted to catch the Salmon. Again it has something to do with tides so Amy and I are clueless. When it is low tide and water is going out, salmon get caught in pools making them supposedly easier to catch. Tide comes in, salmon can move around, harder to catch. Much easier to buy a salmon at Coastal Cold Storage. We jump back into the cars and race to Petersburg. Tonight is the night we celebrate Jack's 17th birthday. He is leaving on Tuesday for a 10 day trip with the YCC. They will be repairing a cabin and constructing a new outhouse. Thank you Jack. We do enjoy a nice outhouse when we are in the bush. Dinner consisted of salmon patties, hot dogs and brats, potato salad, chip and dip and both pie and cake. Jack grilled all the meat. Apparently, it is a custom in Alaska to cook your own Birthday Dinner. Good thing we live in Wisconsin. (I won't mention the cheesy potato birthday incident Mom). Gifts were opened, laughter ensued, and we ate way too much. Once again, we drag our sorry, tired, bloated bodies back to the Sugar Shack.
Dustin and David attempted to teach us the proper form for throwing rocks. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough rocks on the beach for Amy and myself to learn how to properly throw a skipper. (See picture to left) Next stop is Man Made Hole. The location is much prettier than its name. Back into the cars and the next stop is the fish hatchery. We viewed very teeny tiny King Salmon aka the Chinook. Amy and I selected 2 of them and we plan to return in the future to catch them when they weigh more than 1 ounce. Back into the cars and we are off to Blind River Rapids. This is a lovely location with a boardwalk over the muskeg. We walked down to the rapids and several fisherman were attempted to catch the Salmon. Again it has something to do with tides so Amy and I are clueless. When it is low tide and water is going out, salmon get caught in pools making them supposedly easier to catch. Tide comes in, salmon can move around, harder to catch. Much easier to buy a salmon at Coastal Cold Storage. We jump back into the cars and race to Petersburg. Tonight is the night we celebrate Jack's 17th birthday. He is leaving on Tuesday for a 10 day trip with the YCC. They will be repairing a cabin and constructing a new outhouse. Thank you Jack. We do enjoy a nice outhouse when we are in the bush. Dinner consisted of salmon patties, hot dogs and brats, potato salad, chip and dip and both pie and cake. Jack grilled all the meat. Apparently, it is a custom in Alaska to cook your own Birthday Dinner. Good thing we live in Wisconsin. (I won't mention the cheesy potato birthday incident Mom). Gifts were opened, laughter ensued, and we ate way too much. Once again, we drag our sorry, tired, bloated bodies back to the Sugar Shack. 
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