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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

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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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.