Adventures, Sarcasm, Dead Animals, and A Bunch of Fish: True Life: They Have Pick Your Own Farms in Alaska!

So since I wrote last, I had a ridiculous trip back to the Russian River and went to a sweet u-pick farm (aside from the normal day to day activities including running into moose on the walking path and pissing off random people with my dog). I went to the Russian with my neighbor and his friend last weekend and brought Keta. It is amazing how much a river can change in a matter of weeks. When we went with my dad, it was stuffed with beautiful red spawning sockeye and a few trout here and there. Now since the sockeye spawned, the river STINKS something awful. Bear shit + decaying fish- what a treat for the olfactory. Most of the sockeye are dead or decaying, and there are eggs in the river. Result: HUGE rainbow trout and dolly varden. Now, since the dog was horribly misbehaving and driving me crazyyyyy, I only got to catch 1 dolly varden but it was wicked fat and 18". Parker and his friend murdered the fish (and by that I mean catch and release) and caught some rainbows and dollies well over 2 feet. So, Scott and I are going back without miss difficult crybaby Keta. Also, the belugas are migrating through the Turnagain Arm! We saw hundreds just swimming through on our drive it was so cool. So Scott got back from his sisters wedding (seriously lonely when he's the only person you really hang out with and he was gone for 4 days) and we were told by a friend about this pick your own farm in Butte. I call it Butt but it's actually pronounced bute. Whatever. Anyways, Scott and I went there and picked our own potatoes, beets, zucchini, peas, lettuce, broccoli and turnips and got a ton and it was only 14 bucks. How sweet is that? Oh, and it was beautiful. That's about it. It's fall in Alaska- it's beautiful.