In a few months, I'll be loading up for a 10 day hike into sheep country. Chances of bringing home an animal are low. Probability of an adventure I'll never forget are nearly certain.

We loaded the trusty Toyota and booked it to one of our favorite hunting spots. I hopped into long johns, boots, and suspenders on the side of the snow packed Forest Service road. We only had a few hours of sunlight left, but within 30 minutes of hiking, Matthew spotted mule deer.

The last time Forest and I stayed up past 1:00AM together, was probably at a college party,  Weezer cover band blasting Buddy Holly from a balcony of a crammed house party. While those memoriesstill bring a smile to my face, sharing a successful hunt with an old friend and new hunting partner is better on so many levels.

It seemed the whole mountainside was composed of a number of different berries: cranberries, crow-berries and blueberries. We quickly opened up our ziplock bags, and started harvesting.

With full bellies and a packed cooler, we headed back to the house for some fish processing. While the first fillets weren't the prettiest, we quickly learned the technique and worked through many pounds of fish.

It's no secret that traveling by bike slows you down, and opens your eyes to things you'd miss speeding along in a car. This is one of the things I love about bike touring and travel. Moving at pedal speed, you notice breweries hidden away in industrial parks (more common than you'd think in Anchorage), moose nibbling on green shoots and potential fishing spots.