Chapter Thirty
Diego
I leaned against the railing on a viewing platform at Brooks Falls in Katmai National Park, watching the brown bears feed on the salmon that came through the river here every year. It was still awe inspiring even though I’d been here several times a year since I’d moved to Alaska.
It blew my mind to watch the majestic and decidedly massive bears snatch fresh salmon out of the stream. As nature’s bounty went, this was clearly a prime restaurant in brown bear world. We were on our second day there, and the weather had been fantastic for the family who booked this trip. There were clear skies with fluffy clouds occasionally scudding against the bright blue backdrop. The good weather didn’t negate the mosquitoes though, and one buzzed incessantly near my ear. I swatted
