After a 28 year absence, I made it back to the Salty Dawg Saloon on the “spit” in Homer, Alaska. It was much as I remembered it — and now I’m vowing to revisit some other treasured places that have fallen off of my travel/fishing itinerary.

When we head up to Alaska, it will be my fourth trip to the 49th State, and Hanna’s second. I always find that my trips are more satisfying if I set up some attainable goals, while leaving my mind open to the possibility of being wowed by something completely unexpected. That’s highly likely on this trip, where the extraordinary could happen every day.