As I sit here with my Milepost getting ready to plan my next trip home to Alaska, I can’t help reminiscing about my last trip through some of the photos I took. These were pre-DSLR, so I’m hoping to get some better ones during my upcoming trip in May.
Bald Eagles at Deep Creek (Ninilchik)
I was worried they would fly away, so as I crept closer I took a photo every couple of feet. In a lot of other places in the United States eagles can be elusive, but not in Alaska. And especially not in locations where they have an endless supply of fish, as is the case at Deep Creek.
Momma Bald Eagle Protecting Her Babies
Funny story here. We noticed this momma and her babies while driving from Ninichik to Homer. I just couldn’t resist snapping a couple of photos, but I was unpleasantly surprised when the momma got a little tired of me and dive-bombed my head. It didn’t take me long to jump back in the truck where my parents were laughing hysterically. I couldn’t get any good photos of the babies due to my camera limitations and the fact that momma eagle had them hidden well.
Launching Boats at Deep Creek (Ninichik)
There is no backing your boat in at Deep Creek. First you have to deal with the large tide variances and make sure you get there at the right time. Then they use these tractors to launch the fishing boats. I experienced not only watching from the sidelines, but also as a passenger when I went halibut fishing. The process is similar when they come back in, so the fishermen have to really understand the tides and have great aim.
Moose in My Parents Yard (Ninilchik)
My parents are lucky. They live in the woods…literally. So it’s not uncommon for them to have moose in their yard. This guy was just munching away and didn’t care much that I was following him around with my camera.
We are not sure when someone released turkeys into the neighborhood, but they are not native. I hear the meat is very tough…not like the Butterballs we can buy in the store.
A tragic story. This little guy was at the base of a cliff by himself. We can only assume he fell off the cliff and his Momma couldn’t get to him. He looked pretty good when we saw him, but the likelihood that he would survive was very low. We did call the Department of Fish and Game, but in most cases they won’t interfere. We never heard one way or another, but now he can live forever in this posting and these photos.
Clam Digging at Clam Gulch
At low tide Clam Gulch comes alive. We used to go clam digging every summer when I was a kid. I loved it even though I absolutely hate clams. Back then we used shovels and it was my sister and my responsibility to grab the clam before it got away. Today they have fancier tools that make it a bit easier.
Where: At or near Ninichik, Alaska.
When: May 2008
Camera: Kodak DX7590 Zoom Digital (pre-DSLR)
Post Production: No edits.