When Cyrus decided to go to work in Alaska we thought he'd be gone for a couple or three years then be back, but as the years piled up it was apparent that we had lost him to the North for good. My Brother-in-law Keith and I decided that we were well behind on fishing trips with our childhood friend so we made the flight plans and took off for two weeks. We loaded up in Cy's camper and headed down the Kenai. It was a wonderful time and I wanted to go back almost as soon as I got back to Indiana.