Back in February, I rented a Forest Service cabin south of town for three nights in early May to celebrate 28 years on this planet. I've always enjoyed having a birthday at the beginning of May, because there will always be a chance the fish gods will let me catch a birthday steelhead.
With the cabin booked and paid for, we paused on planning until our departure got closer. My brother, his girlfriend, the wife and I ended up being the only ones who could make the time off. A few days before leaving, we started gathering gear, getting the costco shopping done (buying beer, booze, and meat in bulk...), and kept an eye on the weather and marine forecast. Despite this cabin being only a 30 minute boat ride away, it crosses a large area of open water that will make you think twice about going out if the water is rough.
A day before we leave, the marine forecast makes a change for the worse.
We hold on our early morning departure, and decide to try leaving in the afternoon in hopes that the weather will die down. Thankfully, it does. We loaded up the tank and set sail.
About 20 minutes into the ride, I can't help but think how pleasant the drive is, and how little we've gotten wet. We got hosed on the rest of the ride by wave spray and rain. We arrived at the back bay and anchored the skiff, then started the portage of gear and canoe to the creek.
With everything loaded (I'm pretty sure the kitchen sink is in there somewhere), I was elected by our four person democracy to pull the barge upriver...
About an hour later we're at the cabin. Still in waders from pulling our shit upriver, I decide to fish the boulder and cutbank in front of the cabin before it gets dark. I'm rewarded with a 10-12lb hen swung from the cutbank, no more than 200ft from the cabin. Life is good. The rest of the night is spent drinking beer and tequila around the fire.
Weather takes a pleasant turn and we get sunny skies. We wake up late, make bacon and eggs, and at some point late morning try fishing downstream of the cabin.
We head back to the cabin for grilled cheese with bacon and listen to some music in the sun.
Fueled by alcohol, food and thc, I grab a rod and walk upstream in flip flops to make a few casts at the boulder. I hook into and land a chrome buck with sea lice still attached. Again, no more than 200ft from the cabin.
Started the morning of Cinco De Mayo right.
And went for a walk to go beachcombing. Make sure when you wander away from the cabin, you have your brown bear deterrent, mimosa champagne, and Corona.
Made sure to keep the firewood stocked while there.
And after several awesome days, it was time to leave. Everything (including the kitchen sink) was thrown into the canoe, and we headed back to the skiff.
Happy spring everyone, and greetings from southeast Alaska.