Tell you what, took my first trip up the Skagit yesterday, and that is one squirrelly place. I figured growing up in the far northern reaches of California, I had seen most of all what folks are like in teh backwoods. But Washington's takes the cake. I had no idea we still live on the frontier up here. Someone was practicing with at least two different handguns what sounded like less than 30 yards the other side of the Sauk at our first stop. The whole trip was rather grim, I think I'll stick to the beaches on the sound and the good ol Trinity River when I happen to be home.