I went to Alaska with my Dad back in June, and cannot believe that I haven’t posted anything about the trip (actually, I can believe it, as the blog had been collecting dust for almost the entire year).
A few months before the trip, my Dad called me up during work and asked if I’d like to join him on his annual fly fishing trip in Alaska. As you can imagine, my answer was a very enthusiastic “YES”. He has been fishing with the same guides for longer than I’ve been alive, so to be invited to tag along was really exciting.
We flew into Anchorage, and the flight there was probably the most beautiful flight I’ve ever been on (pictured above). The mountains and glaciers in various shades of blue and white will remain one of my favorite sights. From Anchorage, we flew to Bethel, and then on to Quinhagak on a private plane. When I say private plane, I really mean that there are no roads over the tundra, and we were the only two passengers on a plane that could carry 12 people and cargo…
Quinhagak is on the southwestern coast along the Kanektok River. Our camp was a few miles up river, and was only accessible by boat. This was definitely the most remote place I’ve ever been. We spent every day out on the river fishing for Rainbow Trout and Salmon. I spent about half of that time reading and trying to stay warm. Even though I don’t consider myself to be an avid angler, it was so rewarding to feel a tug on the line and find that the hook caught a fish and not a root! I enjoyed learning to fly fish, taking photos, and disconnecting from real life; but more than anything, I was excited to get to share in one of my Dad’s favorite places and activities.