Mike finally returned to Cassiar Cannery in the work truck after four hours of driving and exploring; apparently, with the recent heavy rains, the salmon had continued far up the Skeena River and were no longer in our area. Our son Caleb would be arriving at the station downtown this evening. Mike proposed that he and Caleb, also “on a mission” to catch big fish, go as far as they need to upriver for the next three days and stay in motels. That would leave me and our daughter, Tawny, who arrived the following night, at the cannery alone with only the daytime company of Shane and Lisa.
I was fine with this idea and believed Tawny would be too. She was stressed with moving to a new house and the rigors of her scientist job in San Francisco.
All we both wanted, domestic goddesses that we were, was to sleep in, read, take walks, and bake beautiful pies together with the berries we picked around the Cannery.
Mike and I drove the truck to Rupert to buy baking supplies, rent another car, and…
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