Watching salmon

(Agnes Seitz) #1

25 years ago - on my first visit to Yukon - we camped for a week , close to a stream and sat for days - watching salmon, fascinated by their movements to dig in the gravel, preparing to spawn…all along the creek , so many of them. these years- after living her for 2 decades…the streams are empty… the runs so low that we can count the fish …and folks here drive a day to Alaska to fish for salmon…


“When the last tree has been cut down, the last fish caught, the last river poisoned, only then will we realize that one cannot eat money.”

I really hoped that this wouldn’t turn out to be true but it’s not looking good. I wish there was something we could do.