Russian River Blues......not REDS.

Well, I'm a few weeks overdue in posting this year's Russian River trip. It'll be short and sweet with pictures telling most of the story. Why? Cuz we didn't catch SHIT!!!!!!!!!!! And I'm jaded. If we had limited out over the four days we were there, we could have come home with 48 salmon. We were hoping for about 20-30 because that's about all we could fit in the freezer at this time! We came home with 7 fish. I didn't even get a nibble. Place was dead. And NO cool bear encounters either. And the weather sucked.

But. The food, as usual, was gut-busting delicious. Our friend Ray ROCKED the campfire grill. Despite the lackluster fishing, if was great to hang out at camp with friends. While the confluence of the Kenai and Russian rivers can be a roiling madhouse of combat fisher-folk, the mile hike to the Russian River campground will find you in one of the prettiest and most peaceful campgrounds I've been to. This year, we were treated to the luxury of having an RV to camp in. I have long been a staunch tent camper...eschewing the wimps in the "apartments on wheels"...but when it comes to having children and camping in a bear infested area, I was ok with the RV. And, I have to admit that spending 4 days in a tent in such rainy weather would have been miserable. Our contractor, Mike, who lives up the road generously offered us the use of his RV and we were VERY grateful for it!

On our way to the Russian


Wader clad and ready to catch

Nature along the trail to the river

"First" dinner, 7pm

"Second" dinner, midnight

Camp crafts...making wind spinners!

Fireside nap between fishing

Our fairy house STILL stands 2 years later!