6 posts from September 2009

We actually have wood before the winter comes. Wow. This picture is for my mother, who will be so proud of us.

Mark got a new chainsaw blade in Homer. And then we borrowed a splitter from buddy Chris down the hill. We have a whole corral full of wood. Wowweeee. We have a really long learning curve.

 

This is my friend Diane who lives and teaches in Bethel. She made this cool beaded fish for an auction and her boss bought it to put on display at the campus in Bethel. Here's another pic of it close up.

Diane said she also called this work "The Salmon Whisperer." Sweet!

Here is where 8 sled dogs live in Bethel. I could see them from the window of my B & B, Grr8 Bear (an awesome place to stay, in case you go to Bethel). I started getting obsessed with them, and how they get very little human contact. Once a day a woman would come out and feed them their food, but I never saw her touch them. They were so happy to see her they just went nuts. But I have to say, that's completely foreign to me. To me, they seemed like they were prisoners. I wanted to let them into my b&b and snuggle with them in bed. I know that's a bad idea. They are sled dogs. I guess they do get to run in the winter. They are work animals. I'm from a different world.

And here are some more dogs who lead a different life than the sled dogs. This is Ruffian and Sea Biscuit, dogs who live with my friend Diane in Bethel. Ruffian could have been a sled dog too, but you can see here that she's instead a pet.

Pretty girl!!! She had a bad beginning of her life too, but now lives with Diane and this handsome man, who really should have his own talk show.

I kept thinking that he would start asking me questions like Comic Insult Dog. He's getting a little white around the chin. He's the coolest!!! He was also a rescue dog and now lives the life of Riley. Here Ruffian is getting her instructions for the day from him. She looks a bit intimidated by those piercing blue eyes.

The newest angel from Victoria's Secret:

 

Holy Moly that pic came out so teeny. My friend Ruth in Anchorage sent it to me. This is Thing, who is a bit modest I guess and won't come out of the bag to model her new skivvies. Thanks Ruth!

Here is what Mark brought instead of tent poles. Seemed like a great idea at the time....

When I just now looked at this pic, it reminded me of how Mark's lost 4 pairs of glasses in a little over a year. These glasses, the only ones he had left, sunglasses, blew off in the morning's windstorm. I think we should get him lasiks to save ourselves from his losing more glasses. We shot a ton of these pictures, each one worse than the last. But geez we thought we were freakin hilarious that night.

Right back to Red Mountain. Here are some pics from our trip last weekend. It was a gorgeous day on Sunday--sunny, warm, not windy.

 

After hiking for a few hours, we set up our tent. Mark forgot the stakes. No need he said. We'll make due. Then he scambled to the top of this nearby mtn. and mooned us. This is how far away it was really.

He's insane. By this time, Aidan and I were in the tent reading and hiding from the bugs.

Chloe was digging being on an all-day marmot hunt.

Scully was a good sport, despite having sore pads from rock-climbing. Really we were having a blast.

Mark gave us long lectures on the 2 world wars and how they started. Well he gave Aidan the lectures and I learned lots. For instance, follow Mark or else you will get lost. On the way back from our hike to look at some waterfalls, I managed to travel quite a distance away from camp, which bummed me out. I was beat. Here are some more random pics of the area.

 

 

That pic above is of the wind tunnel we camped in. We didn't know it was a wind tunnel until about 3 am when the tent pole broke. Mark decided it would be best to take the tent down so the other poles wouldn't break. Then the 3 of us and Scully (Chloe was having none of the tent by this time) had to try to sleep with the tent on us like a death shroud.

In the morning, we got up cold and wet and beat feet out of there to get home to our warm beds.