I drug the foam back to the treeline and stood and contemplated. What next? I had considered walking to a guide’s camp about three miles away the night before but there was a chance they had filled their lone bear tag and had already left the area. I didn’t want to exhaust myself and end up with no shelter so I had holed up in the cabin which was the right decision the previous night.
I decided I would try and take advantage of low tide so I walked way out into the front of the tidal flat along the leading edge where the river formed smaller rivulets as the main channel braided into a delta. By crossing about 15 smaller channels I finally realized that I was going to make it across. What a relief.
I got to my boat and had to wait about an hour until the tide came in and floated the craft. Ten minutes later I was back at camp and had a cup of coffee, a visit with Aunt Jemima, and a nice warm nap.
I of course was back after the bears that afternoon. Below is my wet gear laid out in the sun on basalt drying racks.
We now have about nine pages of precursory background which will set the stage for my May 2009, SOLO Brown Bear bowhunt.
Stay Tuned for the FINAL ADVENTURE!!!!!!