I took a ride out to the Nome River Bridge
to see if the fish were coming in.
Every year the winter storms change the shape of the mouth of the river
where it joins the Bering Sea.
The camps on the left of the picture are on the original Ft. Davis site.
It was pretty calm on the south side of the bridge
where gulls were waiting patiently for someone to finish cleaning their fish..
but the fish were loopin' on the north side!
Fishhead, fishhead, fishhead stew.....