The northern portion of the West Coast of the island is rugged, wild and basically looks like a scene straight out of Jurassic Park. Entering Klaskino we passed aptly named Rugged Islands that looked like volcanic rock with scraggly trees on them. Everywhere we looked we waited to spot a Pterodactyl flying by. Brooks Penninsula, just to the south, is one of the few places in the world that wasn't glaciated so you never know, could be some baby dinos hiding in the trees.
Tiny entrance to Klaskish Basin.
Ryan on the river flats in Klaskino.
We've been enjoying beach bonfires when we can and found a nice little beach outside the inner basin at Klaskish, had a fire, wandered the beach and enjoyed a beer. We'd seen a few helicopters fly by (presumably from the logging operation nearby) and as we were just pushing off the beach one hovered and landed exactly where we had just been on the small beach right on shore. Assuming guilt for having a fire or some unknown delinquent action, we went back to shore and Ryan got out to talk with the four men. After small talk about where we were from and asking if we'd paid our "moorage", they encouraged us to stop at Rugged Point further down the coast, said they had some "engineering" to do and stomped into the forest, densely packed with trees and brush.
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