I'm a bit late on the draw myself. I missed Saturday, so I waited until my weekend rolled around. Here is 12 hours of Friday, May 9, in Juneau, Alaska:
7 a.m.: Breakfast on the porch.
8 a.m.: Heading out with a Spring King Salmon Derby ticket in my pocket.
9 a.m.: Lots of people on the rocks, hoping to hit the jackpot.
10 a.m.: This vessel is cool - a buoyant bicycle (tandem no less!)
11 a.m.: Brian gets a few hard hits but no bites. It's a slow day for salmon fishing.
12 p.m.: Driving back, denied. I have to let go of my dream of fresh grilled King for lunch. "Well, it was a beautiful day to be on the water," Brian said. Too true.
1 p.m.: Alternative lunch - big tuna salad and all the strawberries I can eat.
2 p.m.: Going for a walk with my friend Geoff K. and his baby girl Paige.
3 p.m. Paige starts to fuss and it's time for Dad to turn around. Time for me to strap on the snowshoes and head high.
4 p.m.: Reaching the top of the Douglas Island ridge.
5 p.m.: Heading down, still walking.
6 p.m. Going home.