Camping on the spit has its challenges. It's just 8 bucks for a city campsite, but that comes with a horrifying port-a-john, choked to the gills with various contents which I will let you imagine.The fish hippies arrive in droves to camp on the beach. They drive BMWs and pitch expensive tents, drink nothing but high octane IPAs and burn their campfires way past 2 a.m. They are here for halibut. Last night they took my wood when I was away. They camped a few feet from my truck and talked all night by the campfire about their careers as school administrators and financial advisers. I made plenty of noise breaking camp this morning and Rocket left a huge token for them by their sandals. Hippies aren't what they used to be these days.
Can someone send me a Mr. Coffee French press in chrome? Send it to Seward Alaska, general post.