It seemed like a good omen. At Tok, the folks at the local KOA helped us freeze and process the fish for shipment home. August 16, 1986. Got a late start as we had to finish packing the fish. Then a day of driving.
Autumn is definitely in the air, and the trees are starting to turn colors.
We leave Alaska and re-enter the Yukon. It starts to cloud over again, and the rains came while we were in the middle of preparing dinner. August 17, 1986. We reached new heights in misadventure today. He shows up at the dock with a tiny boat and an egg beater of a motor.