Gone Fishing

Drove down the peninsula, taking in the majesty of the mountains and the bounty of the rivers. Stayed at a campground on the banks of the Russian River, and watched eagles soar and mosquitos swarm in the twilight.

Had a great breakfast at Gwin’s Lodge, where Ruth compared the sausage and biscuits favorably to anything she’s eaten in Georgia. We had a great afternoon fishing with Mike of Alaskan Angling Adventures, and we each caught (and released) delicious looking trout. Unfortunately we’re in between salmon runs, so we went to Kingfisher Roadhouse on the shore of Kenai Lake for dinner before driving to Homer.