Poetic Update

We could no longer cope with the rain in Hope
            We left Kenai as soon as we could
Bob Caskey was wishing we’d join him for fishing          
            And boy was that fishing day good!

Though the halibut declined to nibble the line
            The rock fish and salmon jumped on
Bob, Ed and Collin were all day a-haulin’
            Til the fuel in the boat was all gone.

We departed the seas of gorgeous Valdez
            And drove over the green, misty pass
Then there was all that smoke surrounding Tok
            And the numerous stops for gas.

Our Milepost guide once again lied
            About where we could fill our tank
There was a great deal of concern until we learned
            Of a trading post at the next riverbank.    

Those provocative hares and many black bears
            We left behind at Prince William Sound,
Six driving hours of naming wildflowers
            Now we’re back on familiar ground.

It's Snag Junction—not Grand Junction
            Located east of the Canadian line
We’ll stay here again, tho we’ve already been,
            On smoked salmon we will dine.

We expect no rain as we drive down to Haines
            To visit our friends, Amy and Paul
After that, who knows which way we’ll go,
            It’s wherever The Wild calls.