Imagine this: you stand on a dock beside a silver boat, preparing to board. The spruce-scented air caresses your face, promising gentle waves in the blue water of Resurrection Bay. Before you step onto the boat, an otter playfully swims past, following the boat out of the docks. To your left, a grand mountain with a light dabbling of June snow protrudes, and within it, an icy-blue glacier rests in the sixty-degree weather; to your right, a green hill sprinkled with trees shelters the bay. The boat motor roars, leaving the otter behind and greeting the openness of the vast water. Suddenly, a pod of dolphins joins in the race, swimming gracefully beside the boat. Mountainous islands extend from the water. Upon closer inspection of the islands, you notice small, tanned creatures: sea lions! A grand smile spreads across your face in the bright sun, but wait, to your right, a whale emerges from the waters for a short moment, leaving you breathless. The boat enters an enclosed water channel, and everyone on board drops their lines: 400 feet, 500 feet, bottom. Minutes pass, and then, you feel a tug! Fish on! The boat’s captain encourages you to fight the plywood-shaped fish, and your muscles ache as the halibut rises to the surface. Your family follows in suit as more halibut attach to the lines. The boat captain gives you another pole, this time for other fish. A few minutes later, your pole bends in submission to the fish on the other end. A fish with an odd face and spikes emerges. Unfortunately, this rockfish is too small, and the captain tosses it back into the water. Although, America’s mascot disagrees with the decision, and the grand eagle swoops down to correct the mistake.
Perhaps the most beautiful aspect of imagining such a delightful experience is that it can be made a reality for those who wish to visit the Last Frontier. Seward, Alaska, the home of the humbling adventure of my freshman year of high school, is the Promised Land for nature and fishing enthusiasts. Cabins line the road to Resurrection Bay: the bluest bay I have ever laid eyes upon. After grabbing the essentials (slicker suit, fishing license, snacks and jackets), head down the tunnel to the docks full of charter boats and prepare yourself for the most riveting boat ride, riddled with creatures of the blue sky and the bluer water.
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