Sandy was making some smooth moves in the kayak.
The distant peaks of the AK Range were dramatic in the evening light as Helena and Celso drifted downriver.
Lars kickn' it in the RAM -X. I am not quite sure what he his planning to ram with that thing.
This pic is a bit blurry but I sort of like the effect. Sharon's nephew Gary was turning 14 and Celso the ripe ol' age of 37--so Betty Crocker (aka Sharon) made cupcakes in an ice cream cone. What a culinary masterpiece...how cool is that?
Self portrait--Me, Trev, and Brian. Check out those studly Alaskan beards.
On the last mile or so of the trip we have to paddle up the creek coming out of Clearwater Lake. The current was really strong when first started up the creek and even us 3 studs had to get out and line the boat because we couldn't make it. The worst part was the knee deep mud that tried to suck your shoes off.
This bald eagle flew from tree to tree as we paddled up to Clearwater Lake. I got lucky and caught him in flight.
Clearwater Lake at last. There were thousands of Canada geese resting in the lake before beginning the final leg of their migration to the Arctic.