Here on the Rocks ~ Salmon Life
Along the Kobuk River, a few hundred yards from where I was born, a rock bar forms an ancient fishing eddy named Kapakavik. I boat out here often, or walk when the water is low. Now it’s a gray evening, too warm for September, and wanting to rain. Underfoot the rocks are brown and uneven and polished. Each summer willows cover more and more of the bar. Along the edge, the current quickly becomes dark and deep, and I peer into it, wondering what the fish are doing down there in the relaxing depths.
Salmon Life