Finally getting out on the water

The local rivers get hit pretty hard around here. Grade-A combat fishing for everyone involved. Nonetheless, The Wife and I ventured out after work today for a few hours. The first stream out of town was shoulder-to-shoulder on both banks for as far as we could see. We kept driving.

After motoring about 45 minutes out of town, the crowds had petered out. Lazy bastards. Finding a convenient place to stop, we ventured down to the river to give it a once over.
Things were looking up. I'll let the pictures do most of the talking. Bear tracks...
Fish tracks?!?
I managed to lose my first chum of the year. It horsed me around for about five minutes before I got impatient and let him get the better of me.
The Wife slayed the pinks--one after another for a bit. For those at home keeping track, she's up 2-0.
Happy birthday Karta!
Rippin' lip.
Humpy!
All in all, a pretty good way to spend a couple hours. I foresee doing a lot more of this in the near future...

About 20 minutes into the first day of the bar exam I thought to myself "why the hell did I move to a new jurisdiction." About an hour into the second day I thought to myself "this must be what a lobotomy feels like." Now that it's three hours after the conclusion of the final day of the bar exam, I'm thinking to myself "yes, IPA does taste as good as I remember."

Sockeye!

Living in Alaska isn't all bad, especially when your clients are set net fishermen and the sockeye are in.

You know you want one

If you've ever wanted to own a caboose, here's your opportunity.
The Alaska Railroad is auctioning off four of these puppies, with a minimum bid of $8,000. Despite my best efforts, The Wife isn't buying into the idea that one of these would look sweet parked next to our new home. I know, she's crazy. Maybe a caboose is just what you're looking for?

Over the handlebars

After spending most of yesterday studying, I decided to take a break and go for a bike ride with Karta. Mountain biking is a lot like backcountry skiing in many regards. You spend the vast majority of your time humping your rump uphill for a relatively brief trip down. There is, however, one significant difference. You don't get to land on snow when you fall off your bike.
Despite my flight over the handlebars, it was a pretty fun ride.