Daystr Goes North
Life is short. Too many times dreams just fade away because we become too comfortable, or fearful the unknown, or lack the fortitude to make it happen? I've been there. This blog is the journal of my ongoing Alaskan adventures.
Friday, July 5, 2013
Herding Kittens
My grandson, Brahm is a Cardinal and loves playing t-ball. He is a great slider; He slides to every base; whether he needs to or not. He slides when he goes for a grounder. He even slides in the outfield when it’s been a little too long between grounders. Sliding is a skill he works hard to perfect.
The funny thing is that most of the Cardinals and players on the other t-ball teams are a lot like Brahm. An hour and a half of playing baseball is a very long time for most four and five year olds. All those rules, procedures and tasks of hitting, running bases, chasing after grounders, and throwing need to be supplemented with a few child derived activities.
For example, rolling around or even just lying on the ground is pretty universal among outfielders; as is wrestling or just plain spacing out. If one is in the dugout, waiting for a turn to bat, stuffing grass down your pants or playing knock, knock on a batter’s helmet helps to pass the time. Infielders work on tripping opponents as they run the bases and crashing into each other whenever they go after a hit ball. These are all commonly practiced skills being perfected by the players. Brahm has mastered them all, but sliding is his favorite.
After a few weeks of watching these little darlings scamper around the field, one truth became obvious. Coaching t-ball is a lot like herding kitten. The good ones string the players along, so the kids have fun and even manage to learn a little bit about how to play ball. They do all of this as volunteers and usually because no else in their right mind would do it. There has to be a special place in heaven for them; A place where they can polish their hearts of gold.
Friday, June 28, 2013
In Pursuit of the Halibut
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Some Guy with a 420 lb Halibut |
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Rain to SNOW
.It was a long night. I’m not sure if it is sitting in the car for hours on end, or laying in bed longer than we are used to because there is nothing to do but go to bed. At any rate, the morning started off rough. We forged ahead, packed our gear into the car and had a little breakfast. We had to wait until 8:30 for the restaurant to open, but managed to be on the road by 9:00.
We had made a pact that we were going to put some miles on today. If things went the way we planned, we would make it to Dawson Creek, about 500 miles. We weren’t on the road for 30 minutes when we can across the one thing we hoped we would not encounter; snow. Yes, the steady drizzle had gone and turned itself into snow, then back to drizzle, and then back to snow. So it continued all the way to Fort Nelson and beyond. Boy, were we glad we didn’t buy all that camping equipment.
The sights between Laird Hotsprings and Fort Nelson consisted of rock, rivers, and ‘folded’ mountains. Muncho Lake was one exception. Even though it was partly frozen, the teal blue waters were enchanting. I fell in love with that color. The rest of the ride was uneventful and even a little despairing as the foliage of the trees has reverted back to nothing but buds. The only thing more I could take was a nap. So I tried while Rick weaved around the winding road.
At 1:00, we arrived at Fort Nelson. It was a bigger town with everything one would need. We stopped at the local IGA for supplies, gassed up, and found a parking lot to have a picnic in the car. Then we headed out for Dawson Creek, 283 miles further down the road. Gradually the rain increased from a drizzle to an all out rain. Again, I am glad we are not camping.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Day Three - Rotten Eggs
We hit road as the rein began to pick up. Once again we hit road construction that lasted about 12 miles or so. Rick joked that there wouldn’t be any paint left on the bottom of the car. It was raining hard enough to keep things wet, but not enough to wash all the dirt of the car. The scenery was only vague silhouettes of mountains in the fog.
On we drove seeing nothing too significant. At about 1:30 the rain stopped for twenty minutes. This gave us the opportunity to notice that there were less black spruce and more white. These were fuller in contrasts and much more visually pleasing than the other.
Our wildlife count for the day was a moose, two geese, a black bear, several bison and some free range horses. All enjoyed the first growth of green grass along the side of the road.
The banks were also lined with rock art. Hundreds of messages were written in rock along the road that stretched for dozens of miles. According to the Milepost, this tradition was started by the Watson Lake swim team in 1990 and reminiscent of the inukshuks. Inukshuks were stone figures built by the Inuit people to serve as landmarks.
We made several stops along the way despite the rain. We stopped in Nugget City to check out a gift shop and buy some ice. We stopped at the visitor center in Watson Lake and toured the exhibits depicting how the Alaskan Highway was built. Hopefully I will write more on that later. Besides make the pit stops for animal viewing, we stopped at the Laird River to check out the Cranberry Rapids.
The highlight of the day was our stop at the Laird Hotsprings. We were luck enough to get the second to the last room at the Liard Hotsprings Lodge. A family that we have unintentionally been caravanning with got the last. We were very glad because even though we had only traveled 300 miles today, we didn’t want to go any further. The reason we wanted to stay; why the hotsprings of course. Even though it was raining we made the 10 minute walk along the boardwalk to partake in nature’s hot tub. It didn’t smell the best (unless you like the smell of hard boiled eggs) but it sure felt great. Since we are staying, Rick will be able to make use of them again in the morning. With that, we are looking forward to a good nights sleep.
You Can Call Me Debbie
I mentioned my plan to a few co-works and even confided in the fact that I was taking a risk because short hair on women had always been an item of controversy. I told them of the time several years back when I dared to cut my hair to shoulder length. It took Rick two weeks to get over it enough to talk to me again. So cutting my hair now before the 3500 mile drive back to Wisconsin could make things pretty uncomfortable or at least very quiet. I was prepared to accept whatever what going to happen.
So what did happen? I didn’t tell anyone I was going to actually do it, but the universe has its own way of working things out. Because it was somewhat spur of the moment, I was placed on a waiting list at my usual salon. In the meantime, I was able to make an appointment at another. Well, there was an opening and because they weren’t able to reach me on my cell, they called Rick’s. That phone call was the universe’s way of providing him a little foresight, so it wouldn’t be a total shock.
I had to pick Rick and Janis up right after I got my haircut. There was an initial disapproving glance then silence that lasted several hours. I had decided to take no offense and let him deal with it however he pleased. After several hours of avoiding eye contact, Rick took the bull by the horns, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, “I know you want me to look at your hairdo. It doesn’t look as bad as I thought it would.”
Needless to say, the years of projected disappointment and utter contempt blew away like dust in the wind. The real surprising thing happened a few days later. Rick took a good long look at me and admitted he liked it and that I looked like a Debbie.
So now I am enjoying the benefits of short hair. It’s easy to wash, style, and cool on the back of the neck. Sometimes, I look a little sporty and I’ve been told it even makes me look a little younger. All in all, I like it, and you can call me Debbie.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Traveling Back - Day Two
We were up by and fed by 8:00. The heavy rains of the night before had given us a free car wash and the air was fresh and clean smelling. We attempted to make exchange some currency, but were not successful so we headed out.
Unfortunately, we didn’t have a clean car for long. Immediately we hit road construction which was to continue from Tok to the Canadian border. Then it began to sprinkle. For the first part of our drive we used the mantra, “Bob and weave” as we made ever effort to miss the monstrous frost heaves and potholes. Truth be told, Rick has now mastered the technique of minimizing the potential of bottoming out.
The road construction and conditions slowed us down considerably. It took us near three hours to make it the 90 miles to the Canadian border. The road construction stopped once we made it into Canada, but the poor roads and weather continued. The most disappoint aspect of the trip was that the clouds obscured our view of the St. Elias Mountains. Apparently, these are the tallest mountains in Canada.
We really became discouraged when we saw snow. According to a sign at the wayside, this area was permafrost. It was so cold, the Kluane Lake was still frozen over. Granted the lake is huge, but according to one of the locals of Destruction Bay, it would most likely be frozen until mid-June.
By the time we got to Haines Junction, we were feeling a little worse for wear and decided to pull over for fifteen winks. Once we woke up, the skies began to clear and we actually got to see the sun and mountains even if we didn’t see any wildlife.
Just past Haines Junction we finally had our hopes realized when Rick spotted two young brown bear hanging around the side of the road. They evidently were trying to read the Frosty Freeze sign, because they hung around long enough for us to snap a couple pictures. A year in Alaska and we finally got to see bear. Yippe!
A little further, an old bridge caught our eye. It had been built in the early 20s and was in the process of being reconstructed to historical sake. It was worth stopping and taking a couple pictures.
Then we drove, and drove till we got to the metropolis of Whitehorse. It was about 6:30 and we had decided whether we want to stay or drive on. We pulled into a couple place and noticed gangs gathered. At least the group of young men looked liked they were in a gang. We found a diner and had some supper while we figured out our next move.
Still indecisive we turned to the handy milepost. I had scan through it earlier and found the little town called Teslin. It was about 100 miles (168 km, everything is km now). I called a resort and made a reservation. We were off.
Driving this time of night was a good choice. Teslin Lake and river are spectacular sights that span for miles. Then we came across the White Mountains that truly lived up to their names. Two fantastic bridges were also part of the trek. All in all, I this was the highlight of the days drive.
Finally, at 10:30, we pulled into the Dawson Peak Resort. A newer established constructed of older trailer. Everything was closed down, but the key to our room was in the door waiting for us. Within minutes we were in bed. Another day; another 500 miles. Only a few thousand more to go.
The Long and Winding Road Back to Wisconsin - Day 1
We left Anchorage at 9:00 AM. It was windy and a little chilly, but the trip out of town was effortless and traffic was light. Our fully loaded car had been reorganized the night before. This gave us at least a little bounce between out axle and the springs.
By the time we got past Palmer, the sun was beginning to peek out of the clouds showing a newly emerging flora and magnificent geography to go along with it. Everything was more lush and full. The mountains were beautiful hanging below what was left of the gray clouds. Then we came across one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. Set with in the Chugach Mountain range as a backdrop as the Mantanuska River valley spanned for miles and to its origin, the Mantanuska Glacier. Words and pictures can not describe the size and splendor. It is truly a sight to see.
But like life, things change. It wasn’t long and we were in a totally different place. The land was covered with narrow black spruce that seemed to be dying off. In comparison to the lush green we had experienced earlier in the day, the land seemed sharp and not a place I would ever want to live in.
We can upon a little town called Eureka pretty much consisted of a diner/gas station. We stopped there for a nice hot bowl of lima bean and ham soup. It really hit the spot and helped to break up the monotonous stretch of highway.
Finally we stopped for the night at Tok, about 287 miles from Anchorage. We got a modest room in the Golden Bear Resort and Campgrounds just before heavy rains started to fall. We did some laundry and hit the sack. We hadn’t gone far, but all in all it was a good day.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
The Last of Tustumena
I signed up to checkout first, because I knew the longer I stayed the harder it would be. It was still hard. My principal, Bob, went through the list and then looked at me and said “I guess I all that’s left if to wish you a good summer." He stood up with outstretched arms and gave me a parting hug saying, "We're really going to miss you.” Yeah. That’s when I lost it. I had no words and my tears said it all. I had said everything I wanted to say before, and now even if I wanted to say something else, I couldn’t. I made my exit.
Within the next half hour, I said my good-byes to everyone else. Some of them respected colleagues, several of them friends. I know we will stay in touch. I shut my door for the last time and left. If things would have been different, I would be staying at Tustumena. Leaving there is one of the hardest things I ever had to do. In may cultures, people mourn a loss by cutting their hair.
I sat in that chair and watched hair that had never been shorter than shoulder length hit the floor. By the time I was finished, I accepted the fact that things are not be the way I would like them to be. I also made the decision to trust that everything is as it should be. Now, even if I wanted to say something else, I wouldn't.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Awakened at the River
Today I saw my first mosquito and heard my first spring peeper. They reminded me of how much I love nature. For these last few weeks in Alaska, I am fortunate enough to be staying along the banks of the Kasilof River thanks to the generosity of one of my teacher friends, Marina Bosick. Her home is part the 160 acres homesteaded by her parents. The river surrounds the property, creating a private, sanctuary-like peninsula. This is the Alaska I had in mind.
For the first time in a long time, I walked down a secluded road and encounted only the things placed here by nature. The possibility of running into a grizzly brought a sense of adventure, but the overall feeling that came over me is one of peace and contentment. The long winter is over. The trees are budding, and the silty-green water swirled and babbled. The clouds parted to show a flash of blue sky that allowed the rays of sun to glisten off the feathers of a passing seagull. It had been there all long; Only now was I present to enjoy it.
I had forgotten how nourishing it is to take the time to meld into the natural world and just be. In those moments one easily gains perspective and inspiration. Everything becomes obvious and significant. Just hours before, it was just another day - another freeze frame of life; beautiful, but inanimate. Now, I am awake and grateful for every moment. Once again, I realize how truly blessed I am.
View of Ninilchik
Precious Moments
- The giggling of toddlers when it's suppose to be naptime
- Watching my baby cuddle her baby
- Feeling a hug so tight from little arms that hate to see you go.
- A tabu belly laugh over Auden's dramatic reaction to well deserved disciplined. (My inability to contain myself leads to a self-imposed timeout to the pantry.)
- Watching a two year old kiss a salmon.
- Being privy to Auden's first casting practice aided by Buzz, the kitty.
- The prideful sharing of going "poopie in the pottie".
- A great meal of Bison preparded together.
- Listening to the China Poot survival story as told by survivors Rick and Sarah.
- Sitting on a rock on the shore of the Kachemak Bay watching the ebb and flow of the ocean.
- Catching of glimpse of tender moments between Sarah and Jesse.
More Precious Moments
- Getting busted by a two year old
- Watchiing a child's refine the art of walking
- Partaking in a child's first pony ride
- Getting a rebuilt computer from Ebay for $234
- Taking a mud bath plunge without dumping the toddler