Day 856

I wanted to start today’s blog with, The boy did good! But hubby insisted I say, Hubby did good!

Yep, he did. He made it to his salmon fishing trip. A man with cerebral palsy who can only use one hand, a man who, this time last year, was in kidney failure. A man who had been looking forward to this once in a lifetime adventure, an adventure that took confidence and bravery on his part.

Four salmon.

One was lost before being reeled in all the way.

One was a baby king salmon and had to be thrown back.

One was a silver salmon. A keeper.

One was a pink salmon. A keeper.

A hubby who had the biggest grin on his face all day. A keeper.

Today was his day and he took plenty of pictures to prove it. Lures, reels, rods, captain’s chair. A rock fish that was caught, tossed back into the water only to be snatched up quickly by a bald eagle. And of course, his salmon.

Day 855

The reason this trip happened, this trip to Alaska, is hubby.

On this exact date a year ago -  on this exact same cruise line, leaving and returning to the exact same ports in Alaska - hubby got sick. Last month when we traveled this same cruise line to Alaska, hubby realized he did have some of his strength back. But last month he didn't think he had enough strength to attempt that long-awaited salmon fishing trip he missed last year.

So we’re back. And he’s going salmon fishing tomorrow. Finally, after one year of doctors and hospitals and tests and physical therapy he thinks he’s ready. And even ready to use a camera to document his adventure.

He spent the day taking pictures around the ship, a first for him. Even took a picture of the Wheelhouse Bar, the place he spent his time last year when he was too sick to sleep.

Take a look at all his pictures. Not so bad.  (Now I’m afraid he’ll think he deserves his own blog.)