Back from our annual week of camping and fishing where the Redwoods tower…
and the Klamath River meets the Pacific Ocean.
This was predicted to be a record run year, and it did not disappoint. They were literally lined up shoulder to shoulder casting off both sides of the bank…
landing 30-pounders with rod and reel.
But me? My eyes were on the dogs of Klamath of course. Ocean dogs, river dogs, and prissy camping dogs…but not a Golden in sight!
Back from a restorative week of camping where the Klamath River meets the Pacific Ocean –
the Salmon are plentiful this year,
and the fisherman are happy.
Pardon a brief detour from Gardens and Goldens, but all week, we were in the company of captivating dogs.
Some are strictly campers;
some insist on being along for the ride;
all are happy to play on the beach.
Some keep watch;
while others dream of the big catch;
but the wisest just hunker down in the truck to stay out of the chill.
Regardless, all are beloved.
Oh, to be a loved Klamath dog.
I don’t actually do the fishing. But I’m happy to do the eating (salmon, smoked on redwood stakes over a sand pit of alder wood coals) –
and camping…right here.
I’ll be off the grid for a bit, but will catch up with you all when I return. Happy blogging, gardening, and soaking up the last of summer with your favorite pup(s)!
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