Hearted Youtube comments on Peter Santenello (@PeterSantenello) channel.
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Whittier is one of my most cherished memories. I lived and worked in Alaska for seven years. My youngest son and I drove from Anchorage to fish the silver salmon run. We arrived an hour before high tide, geared up and began wading into the very end of the Passage Canal. I wore hip waders, and my son wore chest waders. After I could wade no deeper, he continued on. When he finally stopped, he turned and yelled back to me, "Dad, there's hundreds out here, coming right to you." Two silvers swam between my legs at the same time, nearly knocking me over.
We caught our limits, cleaned them, and put them on ice. We had several hours before the tunnel closed, so my son suggested we explore the Portage Glacier. Climbing and hiking on it terrified me. There were holes where we could see water rushing beneath the ice. I have felt lucky to have gotten off that ice ever since.
We returned to our car to discover a flat tire, which we changed out with the spare. On our drive back to Anchorage, we stopped in Girdwood for supper, then finished our drive home.
That was one of the best days of my life. And I don't really enjoy fishing that much. Go figure.
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