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Our new school year kicked off with a train ride field trip to Spencer Glacier.

Chugach Explorer, Alaska Railroad.

Lil Mister was so excited to see and ride the big train. He kept inching closer and closer to the track when the train was approaching.Our Conductor Wanda.

Thanks to Covid-19, masks we’re a requirement on the train, so we acquiesced and have the pictures to prove it.

The trip to Spencer Glacier is a quick one, but we saw an eagle nest with protective parents watching over near by. Once we made it to our stop we were allowed some time to explore and hike to the glacier.

The kids found their friends as did we mom’s and we were off. The micro climate at Spencer Glacier is different than ours so we saw several new to us plants and fungi. It was a botanical wonderland.

Wormwood, I think.
One plant turned bright red in the midst of all the others.
A trio of ‘shrooms huddled together.

There may or may not have been a person in our party who was collecting samples… And left with a large bag full. No names mentioned,  but it wasn’t me, this time.

Timber framed bridge.

The bridge was pretty cool. The architecture of timber frame is one of my favorites. I love the enormous timbers and heavy metal joinery.

It was an enjoyable hike up to the glacier with 3/4 of us Solstice Sisters. We were missing Niki.

And of course all of our kiddos had a great time hiking and playing around.
We were reminded at the trail head to yield the right of way.
The glacier was impressive. A piece of ice was fished out of the lake and inspected by all before being launched back out into the water. The glacier is so blue. But this piece was so clear, with tiny bubbles throughout.
The wait for our return trip was filled with silly antics, arm wrestling and more specimen collecting.The return ride seemed far shorter and before we knew it our trip was complete. We were off to Coast Pizza for dinner and then the drive home.
#lovealaska

The summer of 2020 will go down in my mental history as the summer the road went in. Of course they’ve been working on it for two years physically and 30+ politically… But I digress.

It’s been bittersweet watching them progress down the trail. Seeing them passing the places where the “trail happened” to us, you know, like when Thing Two dunked himself, his sisters and the fourwheeler in the mud hole in the middle of Big Muddy. Or where my fourwheeler flooded in the creek with no name.

Then I think to myself, how would Dad feel about this road? Mixed feelings I’m sure. The ease of getting in and out is a relief for sure but what’s easier for us is also easier for everyone else, riffraff included.

The road ends just past Otter creek with a big parking/turnaround. Then it’s off the road and onto the trail, about a quarter of a mile to the cabin. Still have one mud hole to navigate for old times sake!

Word is that they’re trying to secure funding for another mile, which would put the road past us. Time will tell.

Seems it has been a while since I’ve posted. Life is generally busy and these other four humans in our home feel like the computer belongs to them. Time in front of the keyboard is hard to come by! Who would’a thunk?
We are in the early weeks of our short spring/summer. It has only touched 60 degrees a couple of days though. We’ve had a lot of rain and even more overcast and not-sunny-at-all weather. I’m so ready for some real sunshine.
Kids are gearing up for birthdays and fish camp (Mom is too of course) and spending copious amounts of time with friends.
We are also coming up fast on our 5th Alaskaversary. 5 years. Time flies.
Today is the memorial of my Grandmother’s birthday, her memory is a blessing, my Seeters’s 11th anniversary and my besties lil’ girl’s birthday, to wit, we have a party to go to later today.

The most interesting and noteworthy happenings in our lives was the recent visit of my Mama and Papa Richie to Alaska. Their time here was short but sweet. We enjoyed so much seeing their faces and drinking coffee on the patio and showing them our beautiful Alaska (well the parts we could see anyway). The old proverb says that “hope deferred makes the heart sick but when the desire comes it is a tree of life”. Having them visit was truly a tree of life. So refreshing and many memories that we will always cherish.

posterized.family

I’ll post more on that later since I have a ton of photos and things to tell. Find more photos here.

Life is good.

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, One Nation under God, indivisible with Liberty and Justice for all.

IMG_1520I’m troubled tonight and sleep eludes me. Some might say it a silly thing to lose sleep over. But this Flag/Anthem thing is really weighing heavy on my heart.

I’m from that flag waving, hand over heart & standing for the anthem, patriotic American stock. My grandparents instilled a love for the Red, White & Blue from an early age. I’ve collected her, cherished her, hoisted her reverently up the flag pole in the morning and taken her down carefully at night. I’ve stopped to tell business owners that their tattered flag should be properly retired, and I know how to do so. I’ve folded her and held her folded shape and cried tears on her. And none of these things have I done simply for the cloth, a material woven of red, white and blue, but for what she stands for. For the good men in my family that fought for her and what she means. The very freedoms and foundations that we as Americans take for granted.

So obviously take for granted.

So many people put up a good show, but when the rubber meets the road they only care when it suits them. Like when my Grandfather passed away and no one, no.one. could be bothered to give him his due military rights because he had the misfortune to pass away right before Christmas. So my brother and sister and I took it upon ourselves to honor him with the Flag Folding Ceremony. To present his colors to my Mother, his surviving daughter. Why? Because it was important to us. He nearly died in that European theater, the very least he deserved was being acknowledged at his passing. No patriots willing to step up that day except us.

It isn’t about the flag. It isn’t even about the significance of the colors, innocence and valor and all that jazz. It is about the foundations of our Freedoms, the Bill of Rights and our Constitution. That is what the flag is a symbol of. That is what makes those colors so meaningful. Without these freedoms that we all take for granted the flag means absolutely nothing.

The first amendment to the Bill of Rights speaks of our rights to worship freely and equally important to speak freely (in regards to speaking against our government and/or leaders) and without this fundamental freedom we can have none of the others. If a person is denied the right to believe how they see fit and practice that faith as they see fit then what is the purpose of freedom? (This includes all belief systems from Atheism to Zen Buddhist and everything in between.) And if one cannot speak out against their government then one cannot be truly free. Isn’t this the entire basis of our existence in the first place? Freedom from the tyranny of the King of England. His taxation without representation and his demanded obedience and allegiance and religious intolerance. Aren’t those the fetters that we threw off at our Declaration of Independence and then again during the war of 1812?

When I see all these emotional propaganda posts about how not standing for the National Anthem or color presentation is so Un-American or how it is disrespectful to our military I think my head might just explode.
Do people not see the irony here?
Do they really believe that forcing allegiance upon an individual is “the American way”?
Do they really believe that good men and women, serving their country and those who died doing so did it for a simple piece of fabric?
No one is pointing out the fact that a sitting president has demanded free speech be infringed and people utilizing their First Amendment rights be penalized and lose their jobs because of his decree?
No one speaks up, they just buy into the propaganda. The Americans that say they care the most about the Flag are the ones that cry out the loudest about a peaceful, respectful demonstration against injustice (last time I checked, kneeling was a sign of respect). These are the same Americans demanding that another American lose their First Amendment Right because they disagree.

Either you believe in what the Flag represents, Liberty and Justice for all  or you don’t. If you don’t, then please stop waving that flag in my face because you are making her a pariah, she’ll mean nothing at all except coercion and forced allegiance. She’ll stand for silence and intolerance, bigotry and racism.

But perhaps she already does.

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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Hanukkah started tonight, first of eight nights commemorating the rededication of the temple after the Greeks defiled it. 

Each night we light a candle and reflect on Abba’s provisions. Tonight we remembered the creation of light.
We also give gifts. Usually small tokens to start the festival and then some larger things towards the end.


The munchkins got new gloves and  family game, Lewis & Clark. It’s along the lines of Oregon Trail as a board game. Looking forward to some family game nights!

Cletus, Thing 1 and I went for pedicures. Thing 1’s first time! 

She wasn’t so sure she liked done strange  touching her feet and legs! 

But she got some pretty blue piggy paint.

My tootsies way out there. 

We headed over to Seward after panning for gold, to see Exit Glacier. It has been 20+ years since I first saw it and I was really shocked at how much it had receded. 

From a ways back.

You can see a cave where the water has etched away at the underside.

Claire, John & Bryan in front of the glacier at the end of the hiking trail.

All along the trail and drive in are these signs that show the process of glacial melt and recession. 

When we finished our hike we drove into and around Seward. 

Panoramic of Resurrection Bay at Seward.