Speaking of stoking the fire, have you ever tried to start a fire with a jerry can full of gas and failed? Interestingly the blankets were dry, and remained dry even after a hasty camp relocation after the river rose 6 feet in 6 minutes. OK the 6 minutes is a slight exaggeration, but the 6 feet isn't. We had salmon swimming through where the tent had been minutes before. It went down over night and stayed there.
Good points? Well there's quite few of those. When the rain stops and the sun peeks it out it transforms to a beautiful place where walking around in shorts and no shirt doesn't seem out of place. It's best to use that time drying out your clothes so you can start over again. There's bears, signs of moose though the season wasn't open. There were goats on the slopes, orcas and humpback whales in the river. Company was good, equipment was good, and scenery spectacular when you could see it. There was a rockslide close to us that rumbled like thunder that wouldn't end. The downside is it rains, no way to sugar coat that. It's a pretty special place when it stops. Especially if you like dead salmon.
Mike's got the definitive trophy shot on his camera.
