Monthly Archives: June 2016

No Vacancy

Caribou on Denali hillside
Photo credit: Denali National Park


Changes

“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life—and travel—leaves marks on you.”
—Anthony Bourdain


Wildlife at Play

Saturday was a good day up on The Ridge.
In the morning, I met up with a mother grouse and her brood. The little chicks could not have stood much more than two inches off the ground. I wanted to get a picture, but Mama had a comfort zone just out of decent camera range, so I was content just to watch the family waddle around the edge of my yard.

Later in the day, after putting the sheathing on the new outhouse frame, I had twin moose yearlings join me near the bus. They did not look old enough to have been chased away by Mom yet, but I did not see Mother Moose either. She may well have been around, and chose to let her foolish children eat the birch and willow shoots down below my deck, right where I’d like to build the sauna.
It was time for a break anyway, so I kicked back in the chair on my deck and watched the twins, until they ate their way back into the trees.

The youngsters are out & about, exploring the world.


1891 Patent

T.P. Patent - 1891

It should be noted:
In the microscopically small print of the patent of 1891, it was strongly suggested that for outhouses, the toilet paper roll be stored in a Folger’s coffee can with the roll facing clockwise.
The coffee can must come with a lid.

Who knew?


Dawning of the day

“And I think over again
My small adventures
When with a shore wind I drifted out
In my kayak
And thought I was in danger.
My fears,
Those small ones
That I thought so big,
For all the vital things
I had to get and to reach.

And yet, there is only
One great thing,
The only thing:
To live to see in huts and on journeys
The great day that dawns,
And the light that fills the world.”

— An Eskimo song translated by Knud Rasmussen
in “Intellectual Culture of the Copper Eskimos”


Right Around the Corner

Blueberries
Photo credit: Daily News-Miner

I was walking down the trail when I came across two Native women inspecting the ground alongside the path.

“They out yet?” I asked as I passed them.

“Have you seen any?” One asked in reply.

“No, I haven’t, but I wouldn’t trust my judgement.”

The second woman said, “I think it’s a bit early, but they are right around the corner!”

I agreed it was too early, but she was also correct that the blueberries would be ‘right around the corner’. Once that happens, the trail would be lined with people carrying little, red, berry pickers and white, plastic buckets.

I’m not a fan of combat fishing, and I have no patience for combat berry picking, but it is a social event that many others mark on their calendars. I know where there are always blueberries on the Back 40 that my friends and I go to when the urge comes to stock up, but for the most part that bounty gets eaten by the birds and the bears.

Still, for a period of time every summer, Interior Alaska sets up an all you can eat buffet for blueberry fans. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for the competition… both four legged and two.


Happy Summer Solstice

The Midnight Sun Run
The Midnight Sun Run on the UAF campus.

It’s all downhill from here…