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Post Sport Fishing in Seward

Well, the bottom line is that it has become infinitely easier for me to post images (and that in and of itself proposes a series of challenges (from camera battery charging to downloading to enhancing raw image files) on the road - with unpredictable electrical power and internet access.

              I'm not whining, just making an observation.

                                                                                      I've got about eight entries (mostly writing) "in-progress"; however, finding the time to finish them has been somewhat of a challenge. For example, it is now 11;15, I'm sitting in a RV park Wi-Fi dedicated room, waiting for the load of laundry to dry, and trying to focus on finishing the writing.

                                                                                                                   We went on a sport fishing cruise today, bucking the advent of (predicted) gale force winds tonight, 50 miles outside Seward. A  tale to be told in its entirety, later. This is the only photo, going out, before my camera battery died.




However, we returned to our camp site (in the rain) thoroughly exhausted (having secured a little less than thirty pounds of halibut fillets) and, after resting/recovering for a couple of hours had dinner.
                             This is Marshall's homage to "Mark in Alaska - Eating out of a Chili Can."





 










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