There is a frequent truism on the Kenai. When the fireweed flowers top (reach the top of the stalk), the fishing season is done. The frenzied fisher folk must believe it. Even in freezing cold water (this day had strong winds to join the frigid Cook Inlet temps), these folk were bound to catch their fishes. The population of fisherfolk has gone down quite a bit, but it was late on Friday night. Almost 10 pm.
There are many places on the Cook Inlet that tell me I'm home. This spot is my absolute favorite spot. Arness Dock. Eons ago, a boat was beached here. My daddy worked on helping it become a dock and as an early teen I wandered this beach. My sister and I picked agates and whatever other stones caught our fancy. We helped with fish when mom and her friend Nikki hauled in set nets like the ones pictured. Although, we used arms and wenches, not trucks and winches.
Today, the dock is private property and has a gate on that side of the road. The other side still goes down to the beach where you can park or drive on the rocks to a better site. The view is horrible from the top, the bushes have grown up so high. In High School, my boyfriend and I would sit in his car, watch the sky, and make out in that small parking spot. Time has taken it away. Although, I recall last year surprising some young folk down at the bottom when we parked next to them to look for agates after dark!
When I was a teen, I had the chance to work in the Kenai National Wildlife Refuge as a YiCC. A member of the Youth Conservation Corps. It was hard and probably one of the most rewarding summers I've ever had for such little pay. We had a song we'd sing, "YCC, YCC, where you work for almost free." However, we were young and it was incredible fun.
This office, on the corner, was where we picked up checks, turned in gear, and assembled our stuff for another 10 or so days. I'm not sure what YCC is like today, but we camped out for long weeks in the middle of nowhere. We bathed in lakes and rivers (Skilak Lake is probably the coldest lake to swim in) and often ate over campfires. We had a scare one night on the Russian River, which was actually pretty funny.
One of the boys (we had many more boys than girls in our group) had the last name of Black. We were supposed to be counting fish, easiest job all summer and the tastiest. The Fish and Game guy literally nailed salmon out of the river with a section of studded 2x4 for our dinner. After, we set up our sleeping areas. The girls were crowded into one tent (all 5 of us). I was on the edge and we were told if we needed to get up in the night to watch out for bears. Well, one of the girls wanted to get up. Until she heard what we classified as black bear noises outside. Scared to death, we stayed put til the Fish and Game guy yelled 'Breakfast' the next morning. As we ate, we learned young friend, Mr. Black, was the black bear who was tramping around the tent! We were so mad!
I also learned about litter that summer. This was when I determined my boys would never as much as toss a gum wrapper down without picking it up. I recall finding a bit of chewed gum in the grass last spring. I tore into Bear like a mama moose defending her calf. Bear was resigned and I hope he remembers!
I learned so much about myself and the way people interact with each other. Oddly, we never stayed in contact. But, we also didn't have such things as social media back then. I think Mr. Black set up a FB page for us. I'll have to go back and look again.
Bother, I meant to edit this photo before posting. Hoping any readers don't mind!
I'm home again. TSA, bless their hearts, violated my luggage again. I'm sort of getting used to it. I know they opened up the coconut oil. It was leaking out of the sealed containers when I got to my final stop in NKenai. I arrived on Saturday night.
Mum isn't well at all. I cannot explain in a kinder way. She is sick. However, she is very stubborn and as today is only Tuesday, I am being stonewalled again. The house is a disaster once more--boxes do not help clutter much. I had to rearrange things so I could fit myself in. I had thought I had brought too much stuff. I think I did, I needed more light clothing and less sturdy warm stuff. Marking a calender for leaving here, but not home.
Landing on Alaskan soil always brings me joy. The knowledge that my body is now where my soul belongs is incredibly peaceful and happy. It is a good thing the land and some of the experiences are so positive. This summer might not be!
The septic is being dug up. Mom's chemo is wiping her out and she refuses to acknowledge it. The drive is a complete wreck. The phone line was cut and won't be fixed til maybe tomorrow (Wed). Mum's garden fence was taken out and is now buried in a hole. Why is it people bury things instead of tossing them in the trash? Or is that the same thing? Personally, running across buried chicken wire in ages past might be stressful on the person digging. I mowed mom's yard. It isn't a lawn, not at all lawn like!
Today, I went with her to a test. Gods, she needs to slow down and let someone else do something for her. Her driving is worse than ever, her parking defies logic, and her attitude about how she is right and everyone else isn't drives me nuts already. I'll write more on this in 'I'm Alive'. I'm so glad I got my Amazon card!! I will be able to get more books. Which I will need.
One of my favorite busy songs comes from VeggieTales. 'Much, much, too busy for you today..busy, busy, frightfully busy, frightfully busy today.'
Yup, me! I am just dropping a note to say my next notes will be from Alaska or mayhap the Seattle airport!
I saw this meme today and I haven't stopped giggling. I saw one similar, but for some reason, this one seems more humorous. I shared it with Bear and he laughed out loud!
Am pretty darn sure Michelle took this photo and tweaked it. I usually don't take her stuff unless it has a name on it, but I fell in love with this and she has yet to 'mark' it.
It is a photo which shouts joy to me. Wishes of a royal kind waiting to be scattered to the ends of the earth. Just believe, blow, and be full of joy.
I played 'Letterman' on the 4th. There was a marquee at a theatre which read 'Legand of Tarzan' and I pointed it out to them. It was fixed..the odd part? The movie had been showing since the 1st!!!
Later, I ran across a rant by a fellow blogger. She was adamant if you followed her you must follow certain rules. Having 'manors' was important. So were grammar and spelling. There was one person who pointed out her mistake. I grinned and bookmarked his blog.
I remember a paper I wrote in college. It was early days in the computer era (yeah, old person here!). My English professor was helping me get my paper printed in time for class. I found a typo and let it go. Partly, because I was running out of time. But, I also found it amusing. The paragraph was about boys playing in a sandbox. Instead of cars and trucks, my typo turned it to cards and trucks. Which reminded me of one of my very favorite books, 'The Pushcart War.' I'll review that in 'Tween the Lions, unless I already have!!!!!
Keep an eye out for Letterman!!!!
I grew up in Alaska, went to college in Portland, OR and ended up on the coast for 17 years before moving East. Am interested in many different things and am looking forward to sharing them with you!