This morning's drive was absolutely gorgeous. Most of the way between Sequim and Beaver Rt. 101 went along the Lake Crescent shoreline. It was breathtaking. The half moon shaped lake surrounded by mountains on both sides.
Now, Beaver ,WA is a no man's land and the only reason we are stopping here is because we want to wait out the Labor Day weekend and all the crowds at the National Park campgrounds. Well, the real reason is that we need electric hook ups so that we can run our truck freezer continuously because it's full of salmon. The reason it's full of salmon is because there is no more room in our trailer freezer because, you guessed it, it's full of salmon.
The campsite here is nothing to brag about, it's a motel, sorta, and some cabins, sorta with 10 sites only 3 of which have services, sorta. The cafe on premises doesn't look promising but have quite a busy lunch and dinner service. They also bake their own pies that we must try. It'll be a good excuse to sit in the cafe and watch their news channel, since we have had no TV signal for quite some time now. The world may have come to an end for all we know.
Well, I tried the cherry pie and it was horrible, canned cherries full of corn syrup. The best part was that I made it a la mode and the ice cream was great.
Finally, after 3 days of nagging Vov agreed to ride out to Clallam Bay. That's about 22 miles north of us, on the shores of Straight of Juan De Fuca. I knew there would be fish there, since it's too early for the salmon to run 22 miles inland plus the river levels are very low since it hasn't rained in God knows how long.
Clallam Bay is an itsy, bitsy town that is known for it's logging trade. The little grocery/health food/general store owner gave me the run down on fish. There is a store on the corner that sells salmon but they were closed, too early. The fisherman she said were in the next town of Sekiu which was only 2 miles away but the best smoked salmon is in Neah Bay which is 21 miles away. She also showed me her newly acquired dining room for which she couldn't get a chef. So all they would do is get together every Thursday night and have a jam session.
Sekiu was everything I expected and more. The whole town consisted of campgrounds, marinas with fishing boats and motels for fishermen. Well, since it's a $500 fine for the recreational fishermen to sell fish we were just gonna beg for fish guts. Boy, did we get it!
We got fish roe and milt and salmon heads and carcasses with enough filet on them to have a sushi lunch for 2. We had to call it quits and bolt out of there since we physically have no room in our 3 refrigerators to store any more of anything.
Of course, on the way back the fish place was open and we ended buying another Coho salmon that we planned on eating as sushi. As a present the guy gave us a King salmon head and a carcass that had filet on it, enough for today's lunch.
We worked all day today, cooking the carcasses for Sasha. Cleaning the filet for the next 4-5 days of sushi. Freezing some heads and bones for soup.
I'm in fish heaven again!
Now, Beaver ,WA is a no man's land and the only reason we are stopping here is because we want to wait out the Labor Day weekend and all the crowds at the National Park campgrounds. Well, the real reason is that we need electric hook ups so that we can run our truck freezer continuously because it's full of salmon. The reason it's full of salmon is because there is no more room in our trailer freezer because, you guessed it, it's full of salmon.
The campsite here is nothing to brag about, it's a motel, sorta, and some cabins, sorta with 10 sites only 3 of which have services, sorta. The cafe on premises doesn't look promising but have quite a busy lunch and dinner service. They also bake their own pies that we must try. It'll be a good excuse to sit in the cafe and watch their news channel, since we have had no TV signal for quite some time now. The world may have come to an end for all we know.
Well, I tried the cherry pie and it was horrible, canned cherries full of corn syrup. The best part was that I made it a la mode and the ice cream was great.
Finally, after 3 days of nagging Vov agreed to ride out to Clallam Bay. That's about 22 miles north of us, on the shores of Straight of Juan De Fuca. I knew there would be fish there, since it's too early for the salmon to run 22 miles inland plus the river levels are very low since it hasn't rained in God knows how long.
Clallam Bay is an itsy, bitsy town that is known for it's logging trade. The little grocery/health food/general store owner gave me the run down on fish. There is a store on the corner that sells salmon but they were closed, too early. The fisherman she said were in the next town of Sekiu which was only 2 miles away but the best smoked salmon is in Neah Bay which is 21 miles away. She also showed me her newly acquired dining room for which she couldn't get a chef. So all they would do is get together every Thursday night and have a jam session.
Sekiu was everything I expected and more. The whole town consisted of campgrounds, marinas with fishing boats and motels for fishermen. Well, since it's a $500 fine for the recreational fishermen to sell fish we were just gonna beg for fish guts. Boy, did we get it!
We got fish roe and milt and salmon heads and carcasses with enough filet on them to have a sushi lunch for 2. We had to call it quits and bolt out of there since we physically have no room in our 3 refrigerators to store any more of anything.
Of course, on the way back the fish place was open and we ended buying another Coho salmon that we planned on eating as sushi. As a present the guy gave us a King salmon head and a carcass that had filet on it, enough for today's lunch.
We worked all day today, cooking the carcasses for Sasha. Cleaning the filet for the next 4-5 days of sushi. Freezing some heads and bones for soup.
I'm in fish heaven again!
