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Charlie, Maura, Della and Marty checking out some back country on a very misty morning. They picked enough salmon berries for a pie. Charlie said the fish weren't biting. |
| The skiff at low tide in a neat little cove. |
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Hmmm! A banana slug. Wonder how they taste dried? |
| Don't touch it Maura! Devils Club can be nasty. |
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Charlie ready for rain. OK. Let the fun begin! |
| Don't even think (especially out loud) that you might go on a diet and not eat any more pie! |
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What's for lunch Charlie? |
| Hmmmm. Good choice Marty! |
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"How about this?" Nice going Della! |
| "Or this?" Kind of small Marty! |
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"OK, how about this one?" Something is looking pretty familiar here. |
| Oops! Orcas cruising nearby. Lunch will have to wait. |
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Not everyone was liking what we saw were they Della? The Orcas |
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How about another hike? Bring your boots! |
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"Yea, we made it!" (brown bear incident and all) |
OK Della! Enjoy the hot springs and forget about the Orcas! |
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Well, someone had to clean off the ice cream beaters, didn't they? |
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Pretty nice one Charlie! Too bad we didn't get a photo of the halibut we turned loose, huh? |
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Morning mist. Getting close to the end of the trip now. |
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Della saying her quiet goodbyes to this incredible place of animals, |
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Dressed for Alaska. It just happened to be the warmest
day of the summer! I told you they came prepared. |
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