Happy Thanksgiving!

Even though the economy is in the crapper be thankful it's not this one :-)
Let's hope this economy doesn't kick the bucket, that would smell. I'm sorry I'll stop.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone...wish we could be there. Nobody makes apple pie for me Grandma.

This is our thermometer. That much frost is about -20 below. Took this picture on the door of our arctic entry way. Notice the snow that has not melted all week. You can hang meat in there. Not joking. Our water distiller was out there, (was) it froze.

Gas

I don't think I have mentioned this yet. Gas is $6.22/gal. Toys are expensive and then worrisome in the cold. $1.90 looks beyond belief at this point. They set the price each fall right before freeze up. So that price is not going anywhere until the spring. By that time it will probably be back up to 4-5 bucks a gallon down south. Hope not, but lets be realistic. Quinhagak does have 15 miles of dirt roads to travel and when the ground freezes there are many miles of trails. Plus, I come home at lunch everyday and let the dogs out. So the machine is needed (I keep telling myself).

Been quietly looking at boats and jet prop motors too. haha. Digging into the frozen tundra -Don't tell Steph.

Weather

Always a theme. The weather has turned cold and I have a new appreciation this year of its effects. Starting a 4-wheeler in -15 weather is not fun. We give it 15 minutes in the morning and 5-6 minutes at lunch to warm up. The Big Bear has been running really good the last 2 weeks though and good thing too. I don't think the weather is going to warm up anytime soon. We have a new cover, a oil pan heater, and battery wrap heater on the way. So things will hopefully be toasty warm under the ole Yamaha soon. I feel bad for her.

New Music Friday

-Bela' Fleck - Bach
- Virtuoso playing and our dog's namesake to boot.
-Hear

Ryan Adams - Carolina Rain
-Much different than last weeks song. This classic is Steph's favorite song. Great storytelling.
-Hear

Jack White - Wayfaring Stranger
-Different side of White here, nice version of a classic. Some say this guy will be who we talk about 50 years from now from this generation. We'll see.
-Hear

One from the Vault:

Hank Williams - Lovesick Blues
Very nice song here. I have another version from Ryan Adams, but no video. So with the original we will go. I also like in Shawshank Redemption when the guy sings this in the library.
-Hear

Sundog

A sun dog or sundog (scientific name parhelion, plural parhelia, for "beside the sun") is a common bright circular spot on a solar halo. It is an atmospheric optical phenomenon primarily associated with the reflection or refraction of sunlight by small ice crystals making up cirrus or cirrostratus clouds. Often, two sun dogs can be seen (one on each side of the sun) simultaneously. - Found that on the internet, sounds about right

Bela does this every time we eat. Just fixates

- New Music Friday -

Because music is a huge part of my life and a huge part of my sanity and this blog is about how we live, I have decided to start a "New Music Friday" post. Just stuff I want to recognize as good to me... maybe not necessarily good to you...so in that case disregard Fridays. Music however is how I spend a lot of Fridays...so I share...enjoy

By the way, all this music is not going to be playing on your top 40 or late night mtv, when they sometimes play videos. "That" music, is not music...I feel very strongly about this and will stop now...because this is a positivie post, for positive thoughts. Do a little digging and find the good stuff - luckily it is still out there.


The Avett Brothers - Emotionalism
-Nice little bluegrassy, old timey, acoustical trio - discovered them last night - video looks like fun.
-Hear - Will you return


Ryan Adams and the Cardinals - Cardinalolgy
-Latest album from my numero uno at the moment. Pretty decent record- no Cold Roses though.
-Hear - Fix It


Ray Lamontagne - Gossip in the Grain
-Latest album from the man, the myth - I need a few more listens to pass judgment. Sidenote: I would trade a lot for a beard like that - good looking beard - in the most hetro possible way
-Hear - You Are the Best Thing



One from the vault -

Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
-Not all that old, 98', but she is the one of very few women in my collection - probably because she sounds kind of manish. Beyond good guitar by Doug Pettibone there - lyrics are dark, but don't get hung up on that.
-Hear - Joy

My mom sent us a box of leaves last week . Just leaves. Fourth year in a row too! I took them around today and let everyone have a smell. Many good memories were brought back - Thank you mom

Tomorrow morning John Teddy Roberts is taking me upriver a couple of miles to Ice Fish/Fly fish depending on how the ice is. Dolly Varden and Rainbows are the prize. Should be interesting if we get a chance to fly fish in the snow. I will take the video camera and try to get some video.

John took me out the other night ice fishing right here next to town. Fish were not there, but learning the techniques was good. The first step is to find a big rock. Next, put that rock in a sock and put some salmon eggs from the summer in the sock on top of the rock. Tie the sock at the top and attach a length of string. After chopping some holes drop the sock into a hole and tie it off at the top. Albert our secretary and professional fishing guide during the summer calls it "cheating" not chumming.

That's all for now. Later

Room with a view...

This is the view from my classroom window. I love clear days.

Nov. 4

Man the lines were long here. I think I waited in line for 10 seconds or something. lol

"Yep, I make my own meats, I make my meats. I mix different stuff...chicken n' burgers n' sausages n'. You guys like sausages n' burgers and everything?

1 pound cayenne pepper my nemesis you expire in 1 week. Yet, you are only 1/3 gone. I will battle through the tears and finish you...these are things I think about in Quinhagak...seriously

Caribou

Milt and I heard about a herd of 30 caribou about 7-8 miles from the village last night from some students. So we got up early this morning and headed out with the 4-wheelers. We drove to the end of the road and then took the trail for about 4 miles up the river. The trail and ponds we crossed were frozen really well. Now, Milt is self-diagnosed as blind and as we were moving up the trail there was a caribou just standing off the trail about 150 yards to the south. Milt was in lead and didn't see it, so I threw the 4-wheeler into 5th gear and raced to catch up with him. As I got closer I yelled and he slowed down, looked back at me pointing and realized there was a caribou right there. We got off and and watched as the caribou just trot right up to within about 75 yards. Milt took one shot, dropped it and we were done. Probably about as easy as it gets. I likened it to going to the grocery store easy. Shoot, we were home by noon. It was a young caribou and should be really tasty too.

Gonna try this again next weekend.

4wheelering

Chalk up another first for me today...changing oil on something. To make it a little more enjoyable, I waited for 15 degree weather. Thank you Yamaha for putting the oil filter in a near impossible location. Oil filter... I look forward to getting you out again next spring. On a happy note, nothing broke...nothing is leaking...things seem to be working fine...am I now a mechanic?

On another note. I read this story on msn http://www.newsweek.com/id/165478?GT1=43001

Speaking from experience (last spring we flew in to Ketchikan) that landing on an island was extremely confusing. As of now, you have take a ferry across...which they don't tell you...and you have to pay for it. The article is also correct about Ketchikan being built on mountains. The town just goes straight up.

So I agree with the mayor...build a bridge...or tell people to take the ferrry. (We tried to call a cab, first. Would have been over a hundred dollars to come get us, I guess.)

Weekend Plans -

Volleyball - 3 teams flying in - no fog please
Halloween Dance - Should be funny to watch no one dance
Husker Football
World Series
Gold Fever episode catch-up
- Looks like it is shaping up nicely. Maybe a trip to Target and Arby's for kicks!

"Wash your hair" - Bela

Snow!!

Well, last Friday it snowed. Didn't stick, but lots of white stuff was coming and going. Big flakes, small flakes, the whole nine. Ground was not quite cold enough for accumulation. In the mountains it was a different story as they look pretty nice right now. First time in my life I have lived close enough to a range to see the changes. very nice. enjoy...

The Caribou Are Safe...

So...I got my first chance to see the mountain up close and personal this last weekend. My fellow Jr. High warrior Tim asked me if I wanted to take a camping trip up to the mountains near Quinhagak here. Of course I jumped at the chance, even though I didn't have much of my gear. We took off Friday night around 5 pm and headed up river with his flat-bottom boat and 40 horse Yamaha jet engine. Jet props suck in water and propel it out the back pushing the boat thought the water. They run in really shallow water, which is need the farther you go.

We ended up going 40-45 miles up river to the real middle of nowhere. Kipnuk, Quinhagak, they are close to the middle of now where, but this was right in the middle. It must have taken 3-4 hours to get that far. It rained off and on, but that has been the norm the last few weeks up here. We took a couple of breaks to gas up and listen for other boats coming down river in a few tight spots. Tim asked me my first impressions of "Her" when we were using the facilities and I commented "she" was gorgeous and totally different than in town. The river that is. The trees get bigger, they change colors. Salmon were all over the place, red and spawning, really cool to see. All Tim said was "Just wait".

Get this, once we hit the 40 mile mark and came to one of Tim's favorite camping spots there was someone already there. We kept moving on, remembering that there is a lot of mountain up there. We stop at the weir, where they count salmon during the summer. It was abandoned for the winter and we decided that the tundra would play fits on my back, with just a sleeping pad for comfort. The tundra is rather bumpy up close, not totally flat, I think I have mention this before. Anyway, we drifted downstream a couple of bends and found a sandy spot next to the river and set up the tent, ate a mountain house, and tried to get some sleep. The .375 H&H, was right next to Tim all night ready to light up any bear that tried to join the party. I was almost asleep, when I thought I heard footsteps in the river, I woke totally up and listened real hard, before determining that it was the same sound over and over and over and not a bear. Tim was snoring. I should mention real quick my bear fear was well founded. Every time, we got out of the boat, there were tracks, some fresh, some not so much, but every time tracks. Tim said in fact, he believed that bears were over populated on the river. We ended up seeing 8 in two days. Nothing close.

So the next morning, we set out looking for caribou herds. After locating 4 different small herds and trying to cover as much ground as we could with binoculars, we got some lunch and headed for the closest herd. Problem was, a sow bear with three cubs had moved over lunch and was now right between us and the herd. They laid up in some brush. We decided to make a huge arch around them upwind, so they would smell us and go the other direction. This worked and she took her cubs away. The caribou were moving our direction and as we got closer they finally noticed we were getting closer. When they looked up at us, we raised our hands up in the air and tried to look caribou. It seemed to work and they are naturally curious and came within probably 150 yards. I was set up for the shot, but we thought they would get closer so we waited and finally they spooked and ran over the hill. We chased and got within a 150 yards and this time I let one have it. Except I missed and they jumped a few yards to the right. I re-loaded and shot again, and a caribou fell to the ground. Legs kicking, good shot to head we thought. Tim said nice shot and I ran back up the hill to get the packs. As I came back to my surprise, the caribou had gotten up and ran off. I didn't hit it in the head. Probably just grazed it, or maybe hit an antler. We followed the heard another couple of miles. Exhausted and watching the caribou running around healthy, we decided there was nothing we could do. We hunted the rest of the day, with gorgeous weather and also the next day. We never got close again and headed home Sunday.

It was a great trip and I was impressed with the magnitude of the mountains. The pictures I took are terrible and do no justice to the area. A true wilderness, with a few Quinhagakers sprinkled in favorite camping spots. It is just so different out there. So large, I felt very small, very isolated.

New Toy

Here is our new-to-us 4-wheeler. Next, on the list is a motor. Boats are laying around everywhere.

There you go mom. I even added the house