The sound of the Raven

A couple of weeks ago we went on a fishing trip to Dune Lake, 45 min with floatplane southwest of Fairbanks. One morning when we were out in the boat, we heard a sound that I haven't heard since we lived in Abisko far up north in Sweden and were out ice fishing in the mountains. Just as we did then, we were enjoying the complete silence, when we heard the magic sound of the ravens wings far up in the sky. 
Other fantastic sounds were the splashes of large Rainbow trouts jumping for insects, sounding as large as crocodiles - what amazing fishes! One night we could hear a fox outside the cabin, but now howling wolves, or bears looking for food. During the summer, there´s been a black bear with two cubs around the lake, but they seemed to have moved on when we arrived. Some year before, the bears were walking between the cabin and the lake, stealing fish if it was left unattended for just a short moment - perhaps a little bit to exciting for my taste.... Bears had also come visiting on the porch, just outside the large window and the thin door. Our first meeting with Alaskan bears is still waiting for us. Perhaps it will finally happen if we go to Denali later on this fall.  Hopefully, we will buy a car shortly so we can get around easier. The trains towards Denali only runs once a week now that the tourist season is over. It's been getting a bit cold to bike around now. Until just a couple of days ago, it has been really nice and warm, but now we have icy winds coming in from Northeast. It is still beautiful though, with fantastic colours and clear blue skies. We've been picking some Lowbush Cranberries, which are different from the cranberries that we have back home, and more alike our Lingonberries. We've made some nice jam, and now cranberryjuice is on the go.