Leaving Wrangell

Leaving Wrangell we were met with a gorgeous day, bright blue sky, and smooth mirror like water. As we crossed the opening of the Stakine river that flows into the ocean just outside of town a stark line zigzagged through the water. On one side the water was the deep steely blue of ocean the other was the thick, muddy, brown of the Stikine. It looked like the god of fuddle-fingers had dropped the worlds largest chocolate ensure and it was spilling out the mouth of the Stikine. Surrounded by mountains that night we watched the sun nestle in and darken the sky to stars, we left the fly off our tent and caught glimpses of the meteor shower that streaked the sky through the night.