It was a quiet trip this year. Only a handful of salmon were seen. We weren't sure if it was too early, too late, or if there simply weren't many salmon after last year's epic run. But there were literally hundreds of eagles hanging about in the branches overlooking the river. They looked hungry, and moody.
Fred and Steve couldn't join us this year. Instead we were accompanied by my two colleagues Tim and Waseem.
They were somewhat underwhelmed and our lunch break turned into an impromptu cricket batting lesson.
We'll be back again next year.