Snow River to Kenai Lake

The day: hot and all too tempting to spend in the shade strung between two trees, a thin layer of hammock holding me above the dog shit laden grass.  Talk formed of hitting the river with some white water boats for a teaching session for Erin and Nate and some wave playing for Greggy and I, instead I opted to bail and spend the day with my words and a computer screen, in addition to letting Tischer get hers.  

Temporarily.  Instead we formed a compromise plan and threw two short kayaks and a canoe on the van and shuttled up to Primrose Campground.  Left the truck and travelled back down the Seward Highway for a railroad bridge put-in on the Snow River.

With Tischer running along the rivers edge much of the way, swimming some of the other, and occasionally hitching a ride between Greg and I, we spent the remainder of the hot afternoon floating back to my truck.  Greeted the nude bathers with surprise and overlook.  Starred at large bear prints while I peed a few feet away.  

Good day that almost got away.