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.
Cat Herder (aka Marisa) has been guiding pilot tours in the American West for over twenty years. Keep tabs on your Parkwest pilot friends, National Park news and other tidbits here!