Bear food

I am not using this blog anymore! I have gone back to travelingsilvers.blogspot.com

Here is my final photo-by the way, there is no bird seed in the feeder; we emptied it and rehung it. But, this fat bear knows what a feeder is and was going for any last piece of residue he could find!

Grand Canyon

For the write up on our grand canyon trip, please go to:
travelingsilvers.blogspot.com

I am currently debating whether to continue the Alaska blog or go back to doing one blog, the traveling silvers one. I will let you know.

Home Again

Tim and I just returned from a month long trip rafting down the Grand Canyon. I will write more about it and post some photos soon.

Winter

It will be about a month before I can post again, but check back in Dec. for photos from my latest adventure!



A cacoon



Heading back the Willawa Lakes valley



Our neighborhood Steller Jay



Suicide Peaks at dusk



Views from Bird Ridge.



View of Penguin Peak from Bird ridge with the clouds below us.

A Blank Ballot

Yesterday, as I was handed a blank ballot, I felt so happy, so blessed, to live in a country where I have the freedom to vote. My husband and I just returned recently from a year and a half spent overseas. Spent in many countries where people can't vote. Or if they can vote, the results of these 'elections' are already determined by corruption and intimidation. The people in these countries told us that they did not have opportunity. They did not have freedom of speech. They lived in fear of their government. They had no hope for change. So as I stood in the voting booth with that empty ballot in my hand, it was amazing to me that I was there, holding onto hope. Holding onto the power to change.

Carcasses

I couldn't sleep last night. It was about 1:00 AM when Tim began stirring around in his sleep. Then he started talking.

"I forgot to tell you...earlier...outside there were carcasses all around" he told me.
"Carcasses?" I asked "where, around the house?"
"Yes, around the house"
"What kind of carcasses, human carcasses?" I asked him in a quiet voice so as not to actually wake him up.
He ignored me. I tried again.
"Squirrel carcasses?"
He answered in his most snotty voice-the one he reserves for really, really, stupid questions.
"Noooo... NOT squirrel carcasses. Bigger!"
"Moose carcasses?"
"No!" he snapped irritably.
"Bear carcasses?"
"Maybe...I don't know...I've never seen one" he answered, sounding exasperated.
Then he rolled over and sunk back into non-dream land, ignoring my continued attempts to entice him into conversation.

The next day we laughed about it as Tim tried to figure out where the night conversation came from. "Carcasses" he said "I don't even use that term!"

We finally figured out that it was probably brought on by a recent conversation we had about getting on Alaska's road kill list to fill our freezer with an unlucky moose. It will be a year before Tim can hunt legally as a resident.

Bear Tracks

I am glad all I ran into was these grizzly bear tracks and not the bear itself!

The grizzly bear (or is this one the Yeti?) wanders around looking for bull moose that are too exhausted from you-know-what to move. I'm serious, the big bulls actually get so tired they become bear bait!



For a bit of perspective, here is my hand in the bear tracks.

Chinook Winds and Winters Arrival

After a week of early season snows, we woke up early Friday to howling hurricane force winds-called Chinook Winds-with some blasts up to 100 MPH. As I lay in bed looking through the skylight, I could see the tree next to the deck bending over and scraping the roof above me. Then light flashes, finally one quite close as the transformer closest to the house blew. Tim went outside to check things out while I filled water containers before the pipes drained. He came back in to tell me of the power lines strewn all over our yard, draped over bushes, and blocking the driveway. Metal roofing lay scattered everywhere and tangled up in the lines. Further down, there was several trees over the line, and at the end of the street the power pole had blown completely over. Soon, we could hear the sound of chainsaws as people began cutting through the downed trees in their driveways, so they could get to work. Yes, in Alaska people pretty much go to school and work no matter what-three feet of snow, hurricane force winds, and trees across the driveway are no excuse here! As the winds died down and the temperature rose to 40 degrees, about 20,000 people were without power, and several people without roofs. It was absolute mayhem, but Alaskans know how to deal with mayhem pretty well. Around 7:00 PM after about 13 hours without power, some men showed up in our driveway. "We aren't leaving until you have power" one told me, and sure enough they where there until the lights came on about 1:00 AM. Saturday morning poor Tim was out chainsawing more trees, a job he thought he left behind with fall. We went to bed Saturday night to pouring rain and woke up this morning to a return of a white winter wonderland and the warm Chinook Winds evident only in the debris and trees scattered everywhere.

Moose Rut

Every year about now the moose gather together and go through the mating rituals that we call The Moose Rut. The large bulls will gather up all nearby cows and chase off the younger smaller bulls, or perhaps allow them to hang around as long as they stay away from the favored females. Up by Glenn Alps is a great area for watching the antics of the bulls, who will often let humans get fairly close to them. Here is some of my favorite moose photos from this season.



This bull was photographed in late Sept. Here I am behind a tree and he is walking straight towards me. I was eventually forced to retreat.



This bull I saw today, surrounded by about nine females laying scattered throughout the bushes in the near vicinity. There was a couple smaller bulls near by as well. With his 50 inch rack he is the dominant male.



Here he is from a different angle.

Fall Colors

Fall has come and gone, with the temperatures now hovering as low as 24 degrees and snow on the mountains. It has been beautiful and sunny, but next time the clouds roll in I am sure that we will have snow in the city, too. These photos where taken about two weeks ago hiking up Little O'Malley. I will post some current photos of the moose rut, and some comments on this very entertaining election season that has made Alaska famous soon.

Berry Season

Did I say that there was only two seasons in Alaska?
Well, actually there is three; Winter Season, Getting ready for Winter Season, and finally the short but beautiful Berry Season (commonly called fall by Outsiders).
For the last few weeks my life has consisted of picking and processing nearly 50 lbs of Alaskan wild berries.
We have Crowberry pie, Crowberry jelly, frozen Crowberries, and Crowberry syrup.
Blueberry Jam, Blueberry desert sauce, and frozen Blueberries.
Raspberry freezer jam.
Current Jelly.
And best of all, Current Liqueur.
As I have been picking berries in the autumn hued mountains, winter is moving in. With every clearing of the cloud cover, the snow has moved farther down the mountains. Soon we will wake up to frost. After first frost is when the low bush cranberries come into their own, and then I will go into another frenzy of berry picking. In the meantime, I hope to find time to get out and get some high bush cranberries before it's too late.

Fall colors in Arctic valley where I pick Crowberries and Blueberries.



From bush...



To bucket...



To Jar.

Whales

Three Beluga Whales

Even though I grew up here, Alaska still continues to amaze me. Tim and I had decided to drive out to Portage Glacier on a beautiful Saturday a couple weeks ago. Driving by Turnagain Arm, we noticed some movement in the water; Beluga Whales! We stopped to watch them as they moved down the arm, feeding, playing, and blowing water through their spouts. Sometimes we saw seven or eight at once-altogether I think there were 100's out there. We spent two hours following them up the arm and then back down. A week later, I went out before high tide to see them again. On this day, there was a strong wind blowing the water back out of the arm. There were only a few whales this day, working hard to swim just a little way before turning around to swim out. They were not playing, just raising out of the water slightly as they swam a straight, difficult line.



Beluga Whales in Turnagain Arm







Sunset as we headed home

Busy Weeks

A poppy in my window

With everything there is around here to do, I have not written much lately. After getting our wood ready for winter, we had a new, huge chore to get through; unpacking our stuff, which finally arrived from Colorado. Although we were quite ecstatic at no longer having to sit on lawn chairs in the house, as the movers continued to carry box after box and brown wrapped piece of furniture after brown wrapped piece of furniture we were wondering how on earth we were going to make it all fit. Finally they left us amid floor to ceiling boxes with a small, winding path in the center of them. A week or two and a couple new hanger rods later, we are finally beginning to be able to see the floor. Next up is the desk, which is still piled high.

In the meantime, my grandfather has just returned from about one week spent in the hospital after having a complete knee replacement. Now, in addition to having a black butt, he has a bionic knee. A black butt, you ask? That happened when the zipper on his sleeping bag broke in the Arctic. During his knee surgery they gave him an epidural and goofy pills instead of anesthesia. The first day in the hospital, he described to us how he could hear the saw being used to cut through parts of the bone, and how he could feel the vibrations moving through his upper body. Although he does not remember it, apparently he talked nonstop throughout the entire surgery!



Piles of boxes



Piles of wood



A hail storm in August

Seasons

Tim on 3rd Peak

In Alaska, our lives revolve around the seasons. You either have Winter season, or Getting Ready for Winter season. During Getting Ready for Winter, everyone runs around frantically, trying to squeeze as much enjoyment as possible from every last drop of warm weather; Hiking, fishing, camping, berry picking, rock climbing, and generally trying to see as much of the beauty of Alaska as possible when access is easy. Not to mention the chores such as weeding, mowing, chopping wood, and doing all the things that need to be done to prepare for another long winter ahead.

Tim has begun complaining about all the constant activity.
"I don't have time to relax" he says.
"I don't have time to read"
"Just you wait" I tell him.
"When winter comes around you will have more time to read and relax than you could ever want. Just you wait!"

Well, he doesn't quite believe me yet, but soon he'll see, when it's cold and dark and snow blankets the landscape and he spends most of his time relaxing by the fire. By next summer, he will be ready with the rest of us to run around like crazy through another of Alaska's fast paced summers.



One of the bluest sky days we have seen, climbing Penguin Peak



A black bear, interrupted from eating berries, watches us as we hike up the valley.





View from near the top of penguin



A bald eagle soars overhead on Penguin

Harp Peak

On Tuesday Tim and I went for a hike back to Symphony Lakes. On the way there, I saw a peak, called Harp Peak, that I thought would be great to climb. Yesterday, a friend and I headed up it. Wow, what spectacular views! And lots of climbing opportunities all around. I will definitely be back around there.

In other news, Tim is enjoying his new job. The weather has been improving. In fact, the sky was nearly all blue this morning! Our wood pile is growing. In general, life in Alaska is good!







Thanks Teresa For the photos!!!