Red was frantically packing when I returned to the cabin and Scotty was well on his way. I was in no mad rush to pack and took my time enjoying my morning coffee. The boys wanted to go for Breakfast so I told them I would be staying back to have a warm shower and take my time getting the gear in order. My wife says I only have one speed and it isn't fast. It was just as well because the entire ordeal took me the better part of an hour to get all of my goods packed away proper. I don't know how many times I cursed myself for bringing far too much gear and swore the next trip would see me packed with two carry-on rods, my DSLR, and one checked bag.
The flight home saw us connecting in Seattle and Minneapolis before finally arriving back in the 313 late Sunday night prior to an hours car ride home. It was certainly a travel day from Hell but well worth the price of admission for a week spent in the wilds... North Americas last Frontier...Alaska.