All too soon my trip back home was over, even before it really began. Just as I was starting to get comfortable and into the natural rythmn of the area, reality pulled me back to that pit of hell that is known as Hampton, Virginia. AT LEAST I WENT CAMPING UP AT McKINLEY LAKE!!!
Actually, I went camping there *twice* while I was home, but the second short trip that I made with my brother was more of a meat run than anything else (killing red salmon-- yum). Although I still love that place. McKinley lake IS my favorite place in the world.
The funny thing about McKinley is how you never see the bears that live in the area. I was up there for a total of five days (of my short 18 days in Cordova), and we never saw a bear or a moose. Of course J.R. is still up there somewhere, as on the second trip Del and I came across some of his gigantic tracks over by the lake outlet. Damn that bear is huge. On the second night of the first trip we made up there we were lucky enough to hear the eery death cries of a seemingly abandoned bear cub. That thing cried for about an hour before something put it out of our misery. You just gotta love nature... |
