Just when I think I've encountered most everything in the Last Frontier, I learn something that completely causes me to stop and reflect on the adaptations Alaskans have made throughout their history in order to survive and prosper.
I learned that once I become an "official" Alaskan resident (July 2011); not only do I get drastically reduced fees on my hunting and fishing licenses, as well as the benefit of sustenance hunting and fishing to my freezer's content, I am also allowed to perform a marriage ceremony for one lucky couple over the course of my lifetime.
Because I don't plan to live out my golden years in this beautiful state, I'm offering my services to any engaged couple who wants to come to Alaska to get married this summer. Since it has been almost 25 years since I repeated the marriage vows myself; I'll brush up and make your wedding ceremony definitely memorable. I may not be able to find an Elvis impersonator but I can definitely supply as many Mountain Men as you'd like. And because Joe can also perform one ceremony in his lifetime; we'll make it a "2 for 1" special!
Any takers?
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
I wish I had watched "Sarah Palin's Alaska"
Like many, my family has been watching "Sarah Palin's Alaska" where Gov. Palin and her family give the rest of America a glimpse of this beautiful state and the Alaskan life. I really wish I had seen it before I moved up here because I was definitely unprepared for what awaited me!
I came to Alaska fully expecting the experience to be less civilized than Colorado...more along the lines of Wyoming or Montana. I was anxious to experience to experience first-hand the vast open spaces and wilderness and naively thought that while Joe was working, I would be able to grab my camera and take off in search of the perfect photo op. I've enjoyed solo drives in some pretty desolate areas and never felt I was putting myself in danger when I would strike out for the day with nothing but my camera bag and handgun of choice, a .38 Special. In my imagination, Alaska was going to be the ultimate opportunity to feed my need for adventure.
After almost 5 months here, I'm glad to say that I wasn't too far off in my view. I've never seen such beauty in one place. On a sunny day, your senses are almost overloaded trying to take it all in. The wildlife is so abundant it is as if we live in the middle of a wildlife park. Five miles in any direction will put so far from civilization that you have no running water or electricity and roads are non existent. What I failed to consider is that in Alaska, you have to multiply each one of these qualities by at least 10 or what I call the "Alaska Extreme".
As I said, the mountains here are incredibly beautiful. Kenai is completely surrounded by mountain ranges. However, these same mountains cause havoc in predicting the weather. To travel the 60 miles (as a crow flies) from Kenai to Anchorage is a little over three hours by car. In the summer, you drive along a two lane road between two mountain ranges traveling along the path of the beautiful Kenai River. During this three hour drive, you will pass through three distinctly different weather zones. In the summer, it causes no great concern other than the possibility of rain and bumper to bumper traffic due to the tourists. The winter is quite different all together.
In the winter, due to the diminished sunlight each day, at least half the trip to Anchorage is in pitch darkness. Cars must be provisioned with an emergency kit of coats and blankets, hiking boots, food and water, roadside flares, as well as a first aid kit in the event you hit one of the hundreds of moose along this route. Studded tires are necessary even on 4WD vehicles due to the ice that accumulates on the road. Although you may check the weather before you leave, there is no guarantee that you won't encounter blizzard conditions on the other side of the mountains and with no cell phone coverage and limited radio service and you could be driving into very dangerous conditions completely unaware. The area is also known for avalanches and several times throughout the winter, the road is closed until it can be safely cleared. You have to be prepared to spend at least 24 hours in your car should this happen. Alaska Extreme.
The wildlife here is abundant. I have seen moose, caribou, eagles, and more fish than I could have ever imagined. Joe has encountered bears on fishing trips competing with him for salmon. What I failed to realize is that because the wildlife is so abundant, you do not dare drive over 45 mph for fear of hitting a moose or a caribou. Last week, Joe was getting the oil changed and visited with a woman at the mechanic shop. She was there getting her truck repaired after hitting a moose in the middle of the downtown area across the street from the Dairy Queen. Alaska Extreme.
During her campaign, Sarah Palin got a lot of flack about shooting wolves from helicopters. Last March, a woman was killed by a pack of wolves when she was out jogging. In the paper last week, there was an article about the Wildlife Department granting approval to exterminate two packs of wolves who are terrorizing a village southeast of Anchorage. Over the past year, the wolves have killed numerous dogs and have begun entering garages and circling residents homes waiting on an opportunity to attack. One pack numbers 20 and the smaller pack is about 7. Alaska Extreme.
In our area, we don't have wolves but we have grizzlies. We have been warned that you do not leave your house without a bear gun. My .38 Special would be useless against a bear and would probably only make the situation much worse. We've been told not to grill anything outdoors during the summer and we definitely don't leave our garbage cans outside the garage for any reason. We've heard tales of bears pounding on patio doors and windows as the frightened homeowners escape in their cars. Last summer, there were two bear attacks within 10 miles of our home and a grizzly has been been spotted about 2 miles from here. Environmentalist have been successful in severely restricting the hunting of these animals so in our area they have no fear of man. If you fall into the environmentalists' camp on this issue, I'd welcome you to spend a week with me this summer and you can experience for yourself what if feels like to no longer be at the top of the food chain. Alaska Extreme.
As I watched Gov. Palin entertain Kate Gosselin and her 8 children last night, I had an epiphany. Gov. Palin consistently embraced the beauty of her surroundings, reveling in the magnificent scenery. Ms. Gosselin saw very little of the beauty because she was too concerned about the rain, the bugs, the different food, etc. Rather than enjoy the experience, Ms. Gosselin made everyone around her miserable and ended the scheduled camping trip after only a few hours. Her attitude really hit home. I had lately found myself too focused on the difficulties I've found here rather than focusing on the very things that make Alaska so special. Joe and I have been given a wonderful opportunity to live in a place that many never get to experience. This past weekend, we made a list of the things we hope to see while we are here. Once the roads clear, I'll upgrade my .38 Special to a .44 Magnum; grab my camera bag; and head out. I'll be a Sarah Palin and NOT a Kate Gosselin! Perhaps I'll get my own television show and show you a glimpse of the Alaska Extreme I'm learning so much about!
Note: I just learned that our internet speed in Kenai, one of the most populated areas in the state, is too slow to support downloading photographs. They have the systems in place to boost the speed and coverage but aren't ready to unroll it. The upgrade could happen soon or I may be back in the lower-48 before this happens. I've not posted to my blog because I like to share pictures, but I have so much I'd like to share. If you'll bear with me, I'll give you a narrative of my adventures and update with pictures at a later date.
Just one more example of Alaska Extreme that I am embracing with a smile!
I came to Alaska fully expecting the experience to be less civilized than Colorado...more along the lines of Wyoming or Montana. I was anxious to experience to experience first-hand the vast open spaces and wilderness and naively thought that while Joe was working, I would be able to grab my camera and take off in search of the perfect photo op. I've enjoyed solo drives in some pretty desolate areas and never felt I was putting myself in danger when I would strike out for the day with nothing but my camera bag and handgun of choice, a .38 Special. In my imagination, Alaska was going to be the ultimate opportunity to feed my need for adventure.
After almost 5 months here, I'm glad to say that I wasn't too far off in my view. I've never seen such beauty in one place. On a sunny day, your senses are almost overloaded trying to take it all in. The wildlife is so abundant it is as if we live in the middle of a wildlife park. Five miles in any direction will put so far from civilization that you have no running water or electricity and roads are non existent. What I failed to consider is that in Alaska, you have to multiply each one of these qualities by at least 10 or what I call the "Alaska Extreme".
As I said, the mountains here are incredibly beautiful. Kenai is completely surrounded by mountain ranges. However, these same mountains cause havoc in predicting the weather. To travel the 60 miles (as a crow flies) from Kenai to Anchorage is a little over three hours by car. In the summer, you drive along a two lane road between two mountain ranges traveling along the path of the beautiful Kenai River. During this three hour drive, you will pass through three distinctly different weather zones. In the summer, it causes no great concern other than the possibility of rain and bumper to bumper traffic due to the tourists. The winter is quite different all together.
In the winter, due to the diminished sunlight each day, at least half the trip to Anchorage is in pitch darkness. Cars must be provisioned with an emergency kit of coats and blankets, hiking boots, food and water, roadside flares, as well as a first aid kit in the event you hit one of the hundreds of moose along this route. Studded tires are necessary even on 4WD vehicles due to the ice that accumulates on the road. Although you may check the weather before you leave, there is no guarantee that you won't encounter blizzard conditions on the other side of the mountains and with no cell phone coverage and limited radio service and you could be driving into very dangerous conditions completely unaware. The area is also known for avalanches and several times throughout the winter, the road is closed until it can be safely cleared. You have to be prepared to spend at least 24 hours in your car should this happen. Alaska Extreme.
The wildlife here is abundant. I have seen moose, caribou, eagles, and more fish than I could have ever imagined. Joe has encountered bears on fishing trips competing with him for salmon. What I failed to realize is that because the wildlife is so abundant, you do not dare drive over 45 mph for fear of hitting a moose or a caribou. Last week, Joe was getting the oil changed and visited with a woman at the mechanic shop. She was there getting her truck repaired after hitting a moose in the middle of the downtown area across the street from the Dairy Queen. Alaska Extreme.
During her campaign, Sarah Palin got a lot of flack about shooting wolves from helicopters. Last March, a woman was killed by a pack of wolves when she was out jogging. In the paper last week, there was an article about the Wildlife Department granting approval to exterminate two packs of wolves who are terrorizing a village southeast of Anchorage. Over the past year, the wolves have killed numerous dogs and have begun entering garages and circling residents homes waiting on an opportunity to attack. One pack numbers 20 and the smaller pack is about 7. Alaska Extreme.
In our area, we don't have wolves but we have grizzlies. We have been warned that you do not leave your house without a bear gun. My .38 Special would be useless against a bear and would probably only make the situation much worse. We've been told not to grill anything outdoors during the summer and we definitely don't leave our garbage cans outside the garage for any reason. We've heard tales of bears pounding on patio doors and windows as the frightened homeowners escape in their cars. Last summer, there were two bear attacks within 10 miles of our home and a grizzly has been been spotted about 2 miles from here. Environmentalist have been successful in severely restricting the hunting of these animals so in our area they have no fear of man. If you fall into the environmentalists' camp on this issue, I'd welcome you to spend a week with me this summer and you can experience for yourself what if feels like to no longer be at the top of the food chain. Alaska Extreme.
As I watched Gov. Palin entertain Kate Gosselin and her 8 children last night, I had an epiphany. Gov. Palin consistently embraced the beauty of her surroundings, reveling in the magnificent scenery. Ms. Gosselin saw very little of the beauty because she was too concerned about the rain, the bugs, the different food, etc. Rather than enjoy the experience, Ms. Gosselin made everyone around her miserable and ended the scheduled camping trip after only a few hours. Her attitude really hit home. I had lately found myself too focused on the difficulties I've found here rather than focusing on the very things that make Alaska so special. Joe and I have been given a wonderful opportunity to live in a place that many never get to experience. This past weekend, we made a list of the things we hope to see while we are here. Once the roads clear, I'll upgrade my .38 Special to a .44 Magnum; grab my camera bag; and head out. I'll be a Sarah Palin and NOT a Kate Gosselin! Perhaps I'll get my own television show and show you a glimpse of the Alaska Extreme I'm learning so much about!
Note: I just learned that our internet speed in Kenai, one of the most populated areas in the state, is too slow to support downloading photographs. They have the systems in place to boost the speed and coverage but aren't ready to unroll it. The upgrade could happen soon or I may be back in the lower-48 before this happens. I've not posted to my blog because I like to share pictures, but I have so much I'd like to share. If you'll bear with me, I'll give you a narrative of my adventures and update with pictures at a later date.
Just one more example of Alaska Extreme that I am embracing with a smile!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
We're not in Texas anymore! Part two...
Due to technical difficulties, I've been unable to post updates to my blog. I hope I have this corrected and intend to be more diligent with my posts.. I'm still working on getting pictures to post...
Deer season vs. moose season
I just survived my first opening day of moose season. When I say "survived" I mean that literally. In Alaska, each citizen is allowed to harvest two moose each year for their freezers. Private hunting leases are rare because everyone takes advantage of the millions of acres of public land open to hunting. As long as you pull your vehicle 50 yards off the road, you can hunt. Further, if a moose ventures into your yard, it is considered fair game in Alaska. I just hope my neighbors are good shots!
The moose here are plentiful and quite a nuisance. Everywhere you look, you will see signs posted warning of the danger of an automobile/moose collision. Add to that the herds of caribou that pass through this area and you have quite an interesting morning commute.
In Texas, if you hit a deer with your vehicle, it is at your discretion what you do with the meat. In Alaska, all wildlife is considered state property. By law, you are required to notify the State Troopers. They contact local charities who have registered to receive the meat. The meat is sent to a processor and donated to them on a rotating basis.
In Texas, if you hit a deer with your vehicle, it is at your discretion what you do with the meat. In Alaska, all wildlife is considered state property. By law, you are required to notify the State Troopers. They contact local charities who have registered to receive the meat. The meat is sent to a processor and donated to them on a rotating basis.
A moose can weigh 1200 lbs. In Texas the equivalent would be to go out to your pasture and kill two full-grown steers for every member of your family. Many families here feed their family solely on the moose they are able to kill and the fish readily available in the rivers and streams. There is quite a political debate with regards to the government's regulation (i.e. control) of sustenance hunting and fishing in Alaska. In many rural areas, Park Rangers are viewed as the enemy and citizens have filed suit against the federal government in protest to their heavy-handed tactics with sustenance hunters. It is understandable when we are told a moose will feed a family of four for a year and a pound of hamburger costs almost $7 per pound here. In Texas that cost is reversed. At the current price of a hill-country deer lease and all the supplies necessary for the 2 month season, I am comfortable in estimating that venison far exceeds that price per pound...at least in our family!
As in Texas, preparation for opening day begins months in advance. Alaska is no different. You could feel the anticipation building with each approaching day. On the afternoon prior to opening day, Joe's entire office shut down. It was nice having him home early but I really didn't grasp the whole concept until I drove him to work the next morning.
On opening day, our usual commute began 2 hours after sunrise and you could see all of the trucks with trailers parked in clearings. The trailers were to haul the 4-wheelers and I presume the moose if the hunters were lucky. The roads, however, were quiet that morning.
By that afternoon, it was an entirely different story. I traveled my usual route out of town along a 2 lane road and observed several trucks driving erratically headed in the opposite direction. I thought that they must be volunteer firemen on their way to a huge forest fire but I could see no smoke. As I met Joe and headed back into town, I was seeing different oncoming traffic with erratic patterns. Trucks pulling trailers loaded with 4-wheelers were darting in and out of the line of traffic, each trying to gain an advantage on the other trucks and trailers. We had the Alaska version of NASCAR taking place on a two-laned highway! Then it occurred to me...these were the same men I had noticed earlier leaving their jobs to head home and hook up the trailer and grab their guns. They were returning to the rural area to hunt and were racing to secure a prime hunting spot among the hundreds of other hunters.
I've observed similar behavior along I-10 during deer season. Hunters from Houston and beyond are booking it to the Hill Country to get in that evening hunt. I can only imagine how chaotic it would be if you didn't have a deer lease and hunt by a "first come-first served" basis as they do here.
Since moose season has opened, we have not seen one moose along the roads. We are told they will return with the first snowfall to eat the green vegetation along the easements and clearings. Of course, by that time, it will be dark for 20 hours a day. Currently, I am not nearly as concerned about hitting a moose as I am about getting run over by a moose hunter!
Disclaimer: As those who know me can attest, I am a proud, 7th generation Texan, born and raised in that great State as were my parents, grandparents, and so on all the way back to the Pre-Republic days. I love our State almost obsessively and through my limited travels understand clearly that we Texans are a unique breed. That said, my following observations are in no way are intended to discredit the Republic or her citizens but merely an exercise in comparison for discussion's sake.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
My new addiction...
Since I'm sure you don't want to see pictures of boxes and empty rooms, I thought I'd share a state treasure I've discovered here...
I have always liked coffee. It has been a constant in my life since the days of college finals where my roommates and I would take a half gallon of Blue Bell ice cream and dig a hole in the middle, filling it with M&Ms and top it all off with coffee. (actually it may have been Kaluha but that is another post entirely.) We'd then take our spoons and eat directly from the carton. This concoction fueled many a late night study session at Texas A&M!
When you are so far from home, you see things and process them based upon your past experiences. For the first few weeks I would drive by the numerous roadside stands and wonder how a snow cone stand could possibly stay in business in Alaska, let alone so many of them! Who would want a snow cone in the middle of Alaska? I certainly couldn't understand the attraction that would have upwards of 4-6 cars lining up in the drive-through windows of these stands all hours of the day.
After about two weeks of rainy weather, we had our first day of sunshine and I was able to see for myself what these snow cone stands were advertising. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that they weren't snow cone stands after all! Coffee on every corner and at every major intersection served from cute little houses with names like: "Hooked on the Bean", "Lotta Latte," " Express Espresso."
With my first sip, the heavens parted and I heard of chorus of angels. Oh, my heavens it is good! Joe will remember the fishing in Alaska: I will remember Kaladi Brothers Coffee.
It has become a ritual to drive through one of the coffee huts while I'm running errands or exploring the area. Around 2 p.m., I find I'm looking for errands to run in town so I can treat myself to another frothy latte. I'm enjoying trying the different stands and getting to know the kids working there.
During my trip home this week, I was sitting in the drive-through of the local Starbucks. Everyone was ordering their Grande Mochas and their skinny-soy-double espressos. It suddenly occurred to me how enjoyable it was to pull up to one of my coffee huts and order "the regular." It just seems so much simpler. Of course, my addiction has resulted in Joe referring to the huts as "Crack Shacks." Hopefully, that name won't catch on!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Fishing the Kenai
I have always wanted to learn how to fly fish. My first attempt was unsuccessful when as a 10 year old I hooked myself in the wrist with a treble hook. I wasn't aware that a Zebco rigged with a mirror lure wasn't the right equipment. It required the surgeon-like skills of my dad to clip the hook off the lure and with a pair of needle-nosed pliers pull the hook out, painfully, the way it had entered. I decided then that I probably needed expert coaching in the subject and never attempted fly fishing again.
When the movie "A River Runs Through It" debuted, I watched awe-struck at the poetry of the sport as witnessed in the fly fishing scenes scattered throughout the movie. I confess: it may have been Brad Pitt fly fishing that held my attention but I knew that at some time in my life I, too, would fly fish!
Another item was crossed off my bucket list yesterday when Joe and I went fly fishing on the Kenai River. It was all I had ever imagined even without Brad.
Following a quick BBQ sandwich, we donned our gear to meet our guide. I have to set the scene so that you can fully appreciate the severe handicap my husband imposed on me in an attempt to out-fish me.
While all the other fishermen were donned in their khaki-colored hip boots and waders with matching jackets and vests looking as if they had stepped out of the pages of the latest Orvis catalogue, my sweet husband handed me a rain suit he had purchased two years earlier for a fishing trip to Matagorda Bay.
It was bright blue and made of a material that can best be described as a starched handi-wipe. I truly appreciate the man. He has no clue what I weigh or the size I wear in clothes but this special quality backfired on me yesterday. As I took the blue monster out of the bag, it continued to grow. As I slipped it on over my layers of clothes, I very quickly began to resemble one of the floats at the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade. Sliding on my hip boots created additional challenges because no matter how much I stuffed the pants into my socks and into the boots, the rain suit would work its way up and out of the boots making me look like I was in blue bloomers. To add insult to injury, I was the only woman on the river that day making me conspicuous on a good day....I had entered "their" world!
Our guide for the day was Mike. He was a 20-30 something, very patient young man with dreadlocks to his waist that he neatly controlled with his baseball cap.
were fishing that day with a gentleman from Colorado who had extended a business trip to do a little fishing. He was an experienced fly fisherman and I have no doubt he was trying to figure out a way to get his money back on the trip when he saw me.
We received our safety rules and Mike expertly maneuvered the boat into the fast current of the Kenai. Although we would be fishing with fly rods, we would not be using dry flies but lures...fake salmon eggs that Mike paints himself with fingernail polish. We settled into a nice drift and could see spawning salmon just a foot or so below the water swimming upstream as we were floating downstream. Michael, the businessman quickly began fishing. Mike patiently instructed us how to cast telling us we were fishing on the same side of the boat and therefore had to cast in tandem. Super. I am joined at the hip to the man who has outfitted me in the most ridiculous outfit imaginable. The same man who insists on adding an extra beat to the two-step making it impossible to dance with him and I'm now told I have to cast "in tandem!" Where's Brad when I need him?
Although my casting was nothing like that pictured in "A River Runs Through It" I managed to get my line out there with just a few problems. After tangling my line in the many pleats and folds of the Blue Monster and snagging it on the buckles of my hip boots more than once, I adapted and managed to cast pretty easily. We had fished for about 10 minutes when suddenly my "indicator" (in Texas we call them bobbers) sunk and I landed my first fish...a dolly varden. I was quickly up three fish to none with the rest of my more experienced fishing companions.
As the day progressed, I continued to catch fish while Joe remained "fishless". It took a remedial lesson from our guide to get Joe on the right path and soon we truly were fishing in tandem.
Joe caught a dolly varden and our boat-mate landed a sock-eye followed by a rainbow trout and then I hooked a rainbow but it flipped off my line before Mike could set the anchor to allow him time to get it off my line. I caught another shortly after that.
That was something interesting I learned about the Kenai. The fish are plentiful but the state really wants to protect this resource. Catching rainbows and dollies is strictly "catch and release" in this river and the guides are very attune to making sure the fish are not traumatized in anyway. If we wanted a picture with a fish, Mike had us "set the shot" with the camera before he would very quickly remove it from the net resting in the water. Afterwards, he would gently return it to the river. We never touched a fish the entire day which was OK with me!
Towards the end of the day, we passed into an area and it seems we all received hits on our lines within seconds of one another. Joe landed a rainbow and Michael lost one. I had something on my line that was so big there was speculation that it may have been a salmon. It snapped my line and is free to be caught another day. I teased Mike and told him that he has learned that you always leave them wanting more. I honestly cannot wait to go back. It is my kind of fishing. It was cool, I didn't get sunburned, the fish were so plentiful I lost count of how many we caught, the scenery was beautiful, and I didn't have to travel half a day to get there.
We (Mike) unloaded the boat and I shed that hideous blue layer. It went into the nearest trash bin where it belonged to begin with. Both Mike and Michael complimented Joe and I on our first day fly fishing. although we may not be naturals, we are at least respectable. We plan to go back and fish with Mike before Winter hits.....he has a spot where he'll take us that is perfect for practicing our casting. Perhaps by next summer, I'll go professional or at least look the part. And who needs Brad Pitt when you can fish in tandem with Joe Nixon!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
We're not in Texas anymore...
I took a direct flight from Houston to Anchorage. The eight hour flight was uneventful and the cloud cover allowed only brief glimpses of the mountain ranges still covered in snow. When we landed, Joe was waiting, anxious to show me the paradise he had been describing in phone calls over the past month. He had refused to share more than cursory pictures because as he kept telling me, "You have to see this for yourself."
Highway 1, also known as the Seward Highway, is the only road connecting Anchorage to the Kenai Penninsula. As you drive south, you make your way on a two-lane road coursing along Turnagain Arm of the Cook Inlet where Captain Cook, many years ago, had to turn his ship around and retrace his course when he failed to discover a passageway between Cook Inlet and Prince William Sound. It is the same area that boasts of one of the most dramatic bore tides in the world and is also a popular area for viewing dall sheep, beluga whales, bears, and various birds and other wildlife.
About an hour south of Anchorage, you enter the Kenai Penninsula and Highway 1 splits. You can continue east to Seward and Prince William Sound or west to Kenai and Homer along the Cook Inlet. As we traveled west, we followed the road along Kenai river. I could see flashes of the turquoise water through the trees as we watched for moose in the rapidly approaching dusk.
Moose are a real problem to drivers on the Kenai Peninsula. One of Joe's first safety lessons upon arriving was focused on driving in moose country and he shared the following tips with me:
- If an approaching car flashes its lights at you, it means there is something in the road ahead...most likely a moose.
- At night, if the approaching lights appear to flicker, it is a moose crossing the road.
- If you must hit a moose, try to hit them in either the front or back legs (Joe couldn't remember which) which will direct the moose over your car instead of through the windshield. Note to self: get clarification on this one!
After eight hours on a plane and flying through two time zones, two hours into the drive I was seeing moose everywhere. Every tree stump looked like a moose and a shadow of a tree looked like a moose with antlers. The last hour of our three hour trip was in complete darkness. The unfamiliar, two-lane road had us both wary and it wasn't until we were right upon it that we shouted simultaneously: "MOOSE!" Luckily for this moose, it had decided to graze on the side of the road and remained there as our car sped past. Had it not remained there I'm sure Joe's training would have kicked in and we would have decisively hit it in either its front or back legs to flip it up and over the car.
Since then, the moose we've seen have all been grazing along the side of the road. Many have two calves who at this time of the year are teenagers and each calf is the size of a cow. Only once have I seen a moose cross the road. This particular moose came out of the woods at full run: head down, straight across the traffic, and into the woods on the other side. I can only imagine the outcome had the car ahead of us been traveling any faster.
Moose season started this past week and since then I've not seen a moose. I'm told they will be more visible after the first snow when they return to graze the clearings along the side of the roads. That means I can expect to see moose again in about 3 weeks. Currently, I'm more concerned about the crazy moose hunters than I am moose.
It was 10 days after my arrival before we had a sunny day and I saw the mountains. Everything I had heard about Alaska was confirmed that first sunny morning. On a clear day, even a trip to the post office is awe-inspiring when you look up and see Mt. Redoubt towering over you. I know now why Joe was hesitant to send me pictures. Even a professional photographer cannot capture this beauty. I have to agree. You really must see this for yourself!
Next: Fishing the Kenai
...and so it begins!
Welcome! I've jumped on-board the blogging wagon to share a bit of my new world with friends and family.
For those of you who may not be current on the Nixon's latest locale, Joe was transferred to Kenai, Alaska. If we really knew the truth, he probably volunteered for this assignment. I am not one to accuse falsely but I do know that Joe received his official transfer paperwork and less than a week later was on a plane to Alaska. While I was frantically preparing our home in Texas to sell and getting two kids ready to return to college, Joe was consumed with getting a fishing trip lined up and researching the regulations concerning shipping his hunting equipment. It seems suspicious to me that the first week in his new assignment also coincided with the king salmon run. What do you think? Will I ever get him back to Texas?
I joined him two weeks ago and since that time have been busy trying to find a house. I'm happy to report that after two weeks of looking at every option available, several more than twice, we have a contract on a house and plan to be official Alaskan's mid-October.
During these past two weeks, we've tried to experience as much of Alaska as work and house-hunting allow. Nature reminds us daily that Winter is rapidly approaching and we will be somewhat limited in our explorations. There is a touch of Fall in the air and in certain areas the leaves have begun to turn. While Texas is in the midst of a heat-wave, Joe and I are wearing light jackets in an attempt to ward against the 45 degree chill that greets us each morning. By the afternoon, we are in shedding our layers to enjoy the beautiful sunshine and 65 degree temperature.
Although Alaska will never be home, Joe and I have learned to treat each new assignment as an opportunity for adventure. Our previous assignments have prepared us to embrace the challenges. We've learned that we can be happy in the midst of a 500 year flood and ice storm in Oklahoma. We've survived a Spring blizzard followed by hurricane-force winds while riding both out in a 5th wheel in the Texas Panhandle. What's a little snow and sub-zero temperatures to these pioneers? We have no doubt that we can make it through an Alaskan winter after all of these (mis)adventures. Besides, as all Alaskans know, Summer will be just around the corner and the summers here are incredible!
Next: We're not in Texas anymore....
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