Category Archive:Alaska

And God saw that it was good. And there was evening, and there was morning —the third day. (Genesis)

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Days one and two weren’t so bad. Hubbymoose and I just were beginning to shake off the shock of having some of his relatives show up on our doorstep – unannounced – from Georgia. You know that we live in Alaska, right? They had driven non-stop from Atlanta to Kenai, Alaska.

That is a distance of 4558 miles. Amazingly it took them less than a week to travel that distance. Their pictures were hilarious; taken through the windshield from the moving vehicle.

We enjoyed visiting with them, introducing them to our now grown daughters and the grandchildren.

Then they got restless. Along about the third day. You know – one of the days God said was good? Yeah, that day.

Hubbymoose and I owned a small print shop. It was important that we both be there to accomplish the day’s chores. We could not always be available to our tourists. We gave them directions and drew maps and sent them on their way.

However, we came home at dinner time to find them sullen about having been left to their own devices. A change of plans was called for; we notified customers of a delay in delivery of their printed forms and planned to take our tourists on a day trip. They would drive their truck (complete with mattress and provisions in the covered bed) and we would ride our motorcycles. (At least we could have fresh air, right?)

God smiled. He chuckled. He laughed out loud.

And then He sent the deluge. We encountered rain of the likes we had not seen all that summer.

We made a quick turn into a campground, geared up in rainsuits, regrouped with the kin, and headed on to Seward. They were snug in their truck and we? We were riding free.

We live in Alaska. We make our own fun.

We looked forward to the 4th day.
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One of Trifecta’s editors is visiting family this week. She reminds us all that, like fish, guests smell a bit after three days. The above story is(mostly) true.

The saying goes: a bad day fishin’ is better than a good day workin’ – and yesterday was such a day. We took three of the boys fishing at a nearby lake. Great fun. Some pics are posted on fb, but I thought I would share some here as well, since not everyone is (gasp!) on fb. Click on the thumbnails for larger views.

The boy in blue stays with the grands during daytimes, when his dad is working. Izzy got the biggest catch, when he caught his ear while casting. Didn’t even break the skin and was properly ministered to by Gramps and me. He proceeded to catch the first fish – HIS first ever and was inordinately proud of himself. The other two boys also caught several, most of which went back into the lake. They each took home a fish, however, helping to feed the family.

We caught a bit of grief later from the two youngest girls, who were not at home when we picked up the boys, because they had not gotten to go. Gramps, properly abashed, will be setting aside time to take them in the coming week.

Such a beautiful day – we only left (after 4 hours or so) because it was getting too crowded to be slinging lines with hooks around. There were a lot of people splashing and swimming, and others boating or playing on other watercraft. Time to skeeeeedaddle.

HubbyMoose and I took a mid-week jaunt to the big city up northwards and I did manage to take a couple of pics. But only a few.

We thought the shadows on the mountains were lovely. The blue skies and the mountains are lovely anyway, but that bit of shadow made it nicer.

The Lupine are in full bloom, and I think I saw some wild roses, too.

This last is just for fun . . . SNL anyone?

Riding down the open road
At speeds past (mumble-dy 3)
The sights, the smells are closer
Than ever before to me

Invigorating, as powerful horses
Thrum beneath my feet
The ground so close you could
Almost taste the passing street

Smelling the smells of spring
Time and time again
Wild roses, white clover
The pavement after rain

Seeing the vistas spread
Side to side – in front of me
Swivel head for safety and
Taking in all I could see

I miss it now that I no
Longer can take part
My motorcycle and I will
Ride forever in my heart
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posted for VV’s weekly 100 word challenge: Invigorating.

I started riding when I was 44, having purchased my first motorcycle the day after my second grandchild, first granddaughter, was born. (biker gramma) I rode that bike for over 10,000 miles, then moved up to a larger bike, then a larger bike still. I rode well over 75,000 miles on those three bikes. I miss them, but had to quit when my hands refused to cooperate any longer. Now I write wistfully of riding.


🙂

Tears come unbidden
I wipe them furiously
Hormonal attack


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As a side note – Mama Moose came back tonight – chowing on the dandies. Sadly, we see no babies.
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