The two best times to fish is when it's rainin' and when it ain't. Patrick F. McManus

Before I get started with our fishing adventures, there is one small thing I must discuss with my Anchorage friends.  If I ever see any of you pulling into the bike lane at 15th & Cordova to make a right hand turn, and then make that turn on red although there is a sign staring you in the face telling you a right turn on red is ILLEGAL and that the lane you are in is for bikes ONLY, I will be the first person emailing the picture of you doing that with your license plate number directly to the city, the police and anyone else I can think of! Also, please be aware that if I cannot obtain your license plate at that moment, I will chase you down until I am able to do so.  This morning I even honked at the guy who pulled right up next to me and pointed it out to him...whereupon I realized he is an EMT because he had his uniform on.  Unbelievable.  OK, I will stop here with my ranting and raving just because I want to move on and talk about other things but just know I am still worked up about this and it has been a good 12 hours since I saw this guy.

Sam fishing on the Little Su.

Sam and I celebrated our 8th anniversary this week.  We both agreed it does not seem that long because so much has happened in those 8 years.  Most of it has been fun although there have been a few blips on the screen, specifically Sam's cancer.  Plus, the Ducks not winning the BCS and Denver drafting Tebow, both of which hopefully are rectified in the very near future!

Silvers are slowly coming into the Little Su, one of our favorite fishing spots, so Sam decided he wanted to spend the week up there.  I spent the weekend and came home Monday morning for work.  Tuesday night I went back up and took Wednesday off from work to celebrate our anniversary, although it was one day late.  Sam had already been fishing and so I decided to go out Wednesday morning with some of our campground neighbors.  Good thing, too, because we all limited out.  We came home last night with 5 fish, 4 silvers (sockeye) and 1 humpy (pink).  Humpies are not at the top of our list, but if you eat them while they are fresh, they are pretty good.  We will probably end up canning it, though, and will share with Rocky the Cat because salmon is the next best thing to Heaven as far as he is concerned and he is not a salmon snob.

Sam came back to town with me this morning as he had labs in preparation for his chemo treatment tomorrow.  We will head back to the Little Su for the weekend, coming home Sunday night.  Helen arrives on Wednesday to spend a few days with us, so Sam is already focusing on what to do next week while she is here.  Seward is on the agenda for at least next weekend.

His weight seems to be leveling off and his appetite has picked up for which I am extremely grateful.  Fatigue sets in after a few hours, so he spends a lot of his time napping.  Overall his temperament is good, although I will tell you the grumpiness rears its ugly head at the most surprising moments.  Hopefully the current scenario of side effects are the worst we will experience, although I will reiterate I do not like the grumpiness at all.

As for me, life is great. Sam and I are happy, work is terrific, my boss is awesome, my colleagues are the absolute best and I live in one of the most incredibly beautiful states in the US.  What more can a person ask for?  One of these days, you must come visit.

Ciao!