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2020 was another epic year, but not because we got a lot of fish. We were on the beach June 10th and left June 25th.

Our Kitchen on wheels!

Mr P had the idea to make our kitchen on his trailer. So he and Dean put it together on the beach after much assembly at home. We covered it with tarps and clear plastic and moved in!

The “cooking” side. Yes that is an oven!!
The “canning” side.

Having the elevated, separate kitchen was wonderful! It kept most of the sand out as well as the young ‘uns.The dinning hall.

Our solar chandelier.

Welcome to “On the Rocks Bar”.

Cheers to another year of fishing, friends & fun!


Mo & I set up camp a few days early, in hopes to enjoy a slower pace before the fishing frenzy began. Not sure that worked out for us, but we did enjoy the extra time. It allowed us to slowly set up camp and get it just right before everyone else showed up.
We were missing Niki and Chris this year, felt a little strange without our fishcamp buddies. But we still had Mr P & Mrs Jane and Mr Jimmy.

Mr Jimmy had come out earlier in the year to set out some stakes. We found them with the help of Mr P and began the job of setting up camp.

Once we all arrived we had 300′ of beach sprawl to allow three nets for four families to use. Two potty tents, a kitchen, dinning hall, storage areas, kids canopy (with carpeting), four main campsites with a hodgepodge of tents, campers and canopies. Two four-wheelers and a dozen or so kids running around, give or take a few.


Then the work began. Fishing was restricted again this year, we could only fish one tide a day. (Due to lowered king salmon returns.) This allowed for a slower pace but it significantly reduced our overall catch. None of us limited out. Most of us got enough to get us through the year, we hope. You never know year to year how much you’re going to actually go through. Some years we eat way more salmon than others. It definitely is a staple in our diet.
In between fishing we always make time for fun and games. The kids come up with their own entertainment, like this duo.And then there’s the card and board games. I found “Joe Name It” at the thrift store this year and it was a lot of laughs. Hmmm…. Arts & crafts time. They made jelly fish.Then there’s the friends who come to visit and bring their little puppers. And not so little puppers. Burt still has that puppy demeanor even tho he’s as big as a horse.Once in a while there’s even time for laying down on the job. It’s a hard life Mr. Jimmy! There’s always time for good food though. We do eat well at fish camp. Mo is the “Kitchen Queen”.These enchiladas were amazeballs.Dessert even. Oy I ate too much.Dean does a damned fine job of grilling. He usually works all day then comes down to the beach at night. He can sure cook up some delicious food even after working a full day.This year was a bit overcast and drizzling so the camp stove was a must. We enjoyed its warmth under our dry canopy.This old fire pit of Niki’s sure has been handy. One bent leg gets propped up in a rock. And a salvaged oven rack with two pieces of rebar makes a nice cooking surface. Hey, we’re Alaskans, we make do.The kids are always up for a wienie roast. Which is good for when camp isn’t set up and we have no kitchen. Putting the nets away for the night. We pull them, stretch them out and flag repairs, Jane takes the time to carefully mend each one, then we gather and store the nets up beach. Get up the next day and start over again.Here’s to having a warm, dry kitchen out of the wind. L’chaim!And that’s a wrap. Another year in the books. Smoked salmon and plain jarred salmon adorn our pantry shelves. Life is good.
#alaskalife
#fishingalaska
#subsistancefishing
#bitchescatchfishes

I’m so lucky to live here.

Skilak Loop trail selfie, May 29, 2020

Seven years we’ve made it. Happy Alaskaversary to us!

This year it was spent prepping for Thing 1’s 17th birthday party. Which was retro “Dancing Queen” themed.

My Baby, the 17 year old.

We had disco music and 70’s slang themed foods, like cool cat cucumbers and Jesus freak Jell-O. It was a gas!

Those groovy chicks, the Solstice Sisters. Minus Niki of course.

Lil Bit was also celebrated, in the latest fashion I might add.

Lil Bit getting gifts.

Enjoyed having a small gathering of friends and a bit of “normal” back in our lives.

#alaskalife

I have been blessed in my life with many a fine friend and some really special family members, it’s true. Some of which I get to spend infrequent time with but when we do it’s always over the top. Stevie was one of those.

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Steven Michael, aka “Stevie” was my first cousin once removed on my maternal grandmother’s side, the son of my Uncle Cliff and Aunt Ella Belle. He was always jovial, had a smile on his face and something ornery up his sleeve.

He used to drive a flashy little sports car. In my teen years this was important. Who am I kidding, this is still important. When he would come up to visit his mother and we’d all get together, there were Scrabble and Yahtzee games and hours of funny stories and silliness. He and my Mother had a special bond.

He was an outspoken fella. But he would sit and dialogue with you, even if you had a different opinion (even if you were wrong he might say, lol).

Steve was a great guy. A kind heart.

He loved Jesus.

Believed in liberty.

A freedom fighter.

He crossed oven into his rest this morning at 12:50 AM CDT. He is missed already. He joins his parents, his daughter Jenni, numerous Aunties and Uncles, countless loved-ones.

He leaves us behind, those of us who loved him as family and friends. Those who will carry Steve in our hearts and share him with the rest of the world in a myriad of different ways, until we join him.

Blessed memory.

When All That’s Left Is Love
(by Rabbi Allen S. Maller)

When I die
If you need to weep
Cry for someone
Walking the street beside you.
You can love me most by letting
Hands touch hands, and Souls touch souls.
You can love me most by
Sharing your Simchas (goodness) and
Multiplying your Mitzvot (acts of kindness).
You can love me most by
Letting me live in your eyes
And not on your mind.
And when you say Kaddish for me
Remember what our
Torah teaches,
Love doesn’t die People do.
So when all that’s left of me is love
Give me away.

GoFundMe for Steve’s final expenses.

Photo credits: Steve’s friends, family and himself.

 

Today marks our Fourth trip around the sun here in the Land of the Midnight Sun.
Thing 1 just had her 14th birthday (how is that possible??) and Lil’ Bit is getting ready to celebrate her 8th. June is a welcome arrival in our house, not only for the birthday celebrations of my two pearls, but for the Kenai River Festival, FISH CAMP and time spent with friends, plus summer camp for Thing 1. And Alaskan summer.

 

A simple number, four. It’s often over looked for it’s neighbor and easy multiplier 5, but what about 4?

There have been a lot of famous fours over the eons. In the Bible there are many fours: 4 seasons, 4 “corners” of the earth, 4 Rivers of Eden,  on the fourth day of Creation Week we are introduced to day and night and the demarcation of time. The 4 Authors of the Gospels Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Skip to the end of the book and we see the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

More recent history,  Georgia was the fourth state to Ratify the Constitution. James Madison was the fourth president of the USA.  Fast forward, we see the Fab Four-the Beetles and The Highwaymen, four of Country Music’s outlaws: Kris Kristofferson, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, and Willie Nelson.

Four can be interesting. 😉

Today is the 4th anniversary of Dad’s death. Later in June it will mark our 4th year here in Alaska.  I have 4 children, so does my Mom. Four is a good number.

The kids and I continued our 4 year tradition of going out to the end of the road at Cap’t Cook to have a campfire cookout, go beach combing, just spend some time in nature. This year we were blessed with our friends joining us to honor Dad’s blessed memory. It was really great to have friends along! ❤

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It’s been a while since I last posted. I’m happy to say that I recovered well from my surgery.

My birthday came and looked like it would be a non event but my dear friend Moira had other plans. She invited us over for spaghetti dinner complete with a delicious GF chocolate birthday cake. With her hubby and our 9 kids (together) we enjoyed a rather boisterous rendition of “Happy Birthday” and some cake & ice cream. 

Would you look at that warming fire!

But that didn’t end the beauty of the night! A couple of great gifts, one of which is a lavender bead which contains ashes from the last eruption of Mr. Redoubt. This is very precious to me. Dad sent me ashes from that eruption. It is my Alaska bead and I wear it proudly in my locs!

Mt. Redoubt bead.

From there we had a blowout Hanukkah. The kids are totally spoiled and I should tell them no more presents next year. We enjoyed spending Hanukkah with our friends at MoAdim and with Moira. I had quite the busy holiday season with parties galore, including a big bash with all these children that I and Moira and Niki and Shawna have collected!! I lost count of all of them. We are blessed with friends for sure.

My pretty girlies.

Thing 2 reading the story of the Maccabees.

New Year’s came in and lots of bangs were heard. Alaskans do love their illegal fireworks on New Year’s.
And now here we are in February. Winter is still going strong with frequent snowfall and much colder temps than we’ve experienced since moving here. 

My snowscape.

My job has been great with indoor work for the majority of the season. But that is coming to an end here shortly. Our commercial addition is near complete and we’ll be moving onto a new cabin build in Kenai.

20′ x 30′ commercial addition.

I’m looking forward to this build since I drew up the plans for inspection. It feels good to have your work complemented! 

Cabin plans.

Well that’s pretty much it for the time being.  Hope you enjoyed our little update. 

David reminds us in the Psalms that Abba is the source of our individual light…

Psalm 27:1 and Psalm 18:28 that YHVH Himself is the source of our own individual light: YHVH is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? YHVH is the defense of my life; whom shall I dread? For You light my lamp; YHVH my Elohim illumines

Caleb read the Maccabees, the story of Hanukkah. 

The girls listened.

Lil Mister was Tuckered out and fell asleep before presents.

Our second candle reminds us that Abba provides us light in the darkness.

Exodus 13:21-22 reveals that YHVH is the source of Israel’s light: And YHVH was going before them in a pillar of cloud by day to lead them on the way, and in a pillar of fire by night to give them light, that they might travel by day and by night. He did not take away the pillar of cloud by day, nor the pillar of fire by night, from before the people.

Oh how the world shuts down (if you’re a kid)!

Woke up early on the 16th with what I hoped was a short-lived stomach bug. But by 9 am I knew it wasn’t typical, the severity of the pain and location were just not right. I dealt with it all day, in bed. Dean came over to help keep kids quiet so I could rest. Moira came over with food and comfort and oils. I made use of everything I could think of to help ease my own suffering. Hoping to myself, sure hope the kids don’t get this! 

By 12 hours I’d had it. No improvement in pain although it had moved and centralized in my lower right abdomen, yeah I had an inclination. I made the decision to have it checked out, and Dean drove me to the ER around 6 pm.

Have I mentioned my dislike of allopathic ways and conventional medical treatments? Some of you are aware… So you know it was bad for me to go in. 

Dean had returned home to stay with the kids. So I was chilling solo in the hospital. Kind’ve an odd place to be alone.

A few hours later I had the diagnosis, appendicitis, immediate surgery needed.

Things moved pretty quickly and by 11:43 I was rousing from the anesthetic. That was fast. 
Recovery has been interesting what with Lil Mister and all. I’ve taken three good shots to the midsection thanks to him. And the stress of it all has taken its toll on the bigger kids. But hopefully I’m close to that turning point of lessened pain. And although healing is far from over with, maybe life won’t be quite so hard with Mama not completely MIA.

Many thanks to my friends and family who’ve prayed for, thought of & checked on me and kept my mind occupied. Special thanks to Dean, Moira, Niki & Zach for their help and support.

It’s good to be home.

We stopped at the museum to meet a new friend and distract ourselves after dropping Cletus off at the airport. Lots of neat things there.

Moose sculpture outside.

Munchkins in front of the raven.

There was a seastar tank, a king crab tank and a snapping turtle tank.

This fun little contraption let’s them pull themselves up with a rope then slowly drop back down.

There were all sorts of neat exhibits: giant bubble maker, science experiments. Native Alaskan Heritage, and beautiful art work. We must go back to see more!

“Dead Indian Stories” by Edgar Heap of Birds, 2012-2014 Ink on rag paper.