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<\/a><\/figure><\/div><\/a><\/figure><\/a><\/figure><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\nAfter arriving in the aerial manner daughter Alice and her boyfriend, Ky, don Alaska Sneakers, footwear for exploring ashore.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Jupiter is hooked bordering long lashings of kelp with fish rising, gulls soaring, sea otters flashing furry faces and sea lions slapping and savaging salmon with a violence warning Jupiter’s shipmates to keep their distance. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Kelp is our friend – until it is not. This healthy bed of ribbon<\/a> and bull kelp<\/a> lies in the narrows connecting our anchorage to The Hobbit Hole<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Nearby our quiet cove roils a restless reckoning of seawater pouring in and out of SE Alaska. Here is the pescatarian plaza where native seiners fish backwards using currents to propel the catch into the net rather than the net into the catch. This place of agitation is known as The Laundry. <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n A Pigeon Guillemot<\/a> on the wing and our review of Mosquito anchorage on Active Captain, a source of mariner opinions on useful locations<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh! What a wily King am I <\/span> Oceanic Odes ~ Salmon Rush-die<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure><\/div><\/a><\/figure><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul>
Aggressive males protect their harems, and aggressive females protect their young.<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul><\/a><\/figure><\/div><\/a><\/figure><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n<\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/a><\/figure><\/li><\/ul>Wily King Worries<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
On the salmon scale of four I’m a five <\/span>
Carefree at sea, I’ve gotten so fat <\/span>
Eating krill, herring, and fish-fingers like that <\/span>
I’m strong, in good shape, agile and sleek <\/span>
In time to swim home to my freshwater creek <\/span>
I feel a strong urge to hang out with the misters <\/span>
To leap up some rocks and spawn with my sisters <\/span>
I know the way back and I’m all set to go <\/span>
Through the Laundry’s big tide and really rough flow <\/span>
But sea lions are waiting, nets too, I am told <\/span>
I might get chewed up, or smoked and served cold<\/span> <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\n\n\n\nWhite Wily King with Radishes and Peas<\/h4>\n\n\n\n