KENAI — It was President’s Day last year, and the 60-year-old was walking along the Kenai River’s south beach in a gale, snow and sand particles whipping against his body.
The sky was overcast and the sea was white-capped, and it broke on the shore as the tide rolled in.
He wanted to sit somewhere to watch the weather. As a fisherman, he said, he liked the energy in a gale.
As he walked, he noticed a large block of shore ice sitting below the tide line. He figured the river had carried it down. It was about the size of a single-car garage, he said.