A non event in Alaska.

Got up early (before 7am - thats early) and off we went,  East to Alaska. No border formalities here -   the road only goes a few kilometers to Fish Creek to watch the feeding frenzy along with dozens of other happy holiday makers. Big problem - the Forest Rangers forgot to tell the bears. Some people had hauled up huge cameras on stands covered with camouflage. Ruth had the little Canon that fits in your pocket and I had the Fuji imitation big boy and we all stood there waiting and waiting, lots of fish but no hungry bears. by this time the Canon

 had slipped out of site. I edged between all the tripods looking if I knew what I was doing and took a few photos of fish and mountains (they are not very good). After about an hour of hanging around, dejected we slunk away with our two little toys to Stewart, found a cafe and made up for the disappointment by gorging on muffins and very sticky buns.

 

Fish Creek complete with fish.

This part of Fish Creek is called The Blue Lagoon

 

 

Mountains passed these on the way back to Stewart.

After sinning in the cafe we went for a walk along the boardwalk that runs out into the estuary of The Portland Canal, Its along narrow fiord, perhaps because it so narrow its called a canal.

 

Took these pics on the walk,  we think these are Red Crossbills

 

And is this the female?

Tomorrow, Saturday we are back on the road, direction Prince George hoping to make it as far as Smithers.