Alaska At Last: Real Rural Weekend

Monday, March 14, 2011

Real Rural Weekend

Thank you, Mr. Sendak, for reminding us that we should never lose touch with the wild and untamable spirit within us all... Even up here in Alaska, we're turning our back on the beast. We've opted for the zoo, where the lion can't eat you instead of the jungle, where he can.

- Chris In the Morning, after reading "Where The Wild Things Are", Northern Exposure

Sun is back so we were out and about in Quinhagak this wild weekend.
We've been Walk'N and a little Work'N

Ski Jor'N

Allison K and I stole Tucker from the Zylstra's.
We headed out the the beach with he and Ani
to go ski joring:)
Allison ski jored...
for the first time!

Mush'N

Addy went mushing...
for the first time (that day).
Steph took her brand, new, very own, dog sled out mushing
with Bela and Marley...
for the first time!

Ski'N
And Alicia went cross country skiing...
for the first time!

Snow Go'N

Sherry, Alison and I crashed Tim and Diane's Hunting Trip...
for the first time.
Inviting ourselves along!
Quyana Tim and Diane,
we LOVED it!
Hope you still enjoyed it too:)

Hunt'N

We let Tim look and look and look for the caribous... but he never found them...only a fluttering flock of ptarmigans, a fleeting little fox and about 1 foot of splish, splashing standing water on the Arolik River as we zoomed up Bessie Creek to 'peek' around. (Tim assured we doubting future water skippers that it was safe). And he was right. We only got a little bit wet and nobody sunk.

So I guess Tim was skunked...
for the first time.

Alison Z drove a snow go...
for the first time!

And finally Chill'N
...which feels like a first;)

Shout Out To: Allison K Happy Birthday on the 29th!!

"Warn the rich people of this world not to be proud or to trust in wealth that is easily lost. Tell them to have faith in God, who is rich and blesses us with everything we need to enjoy life."

1 Timothy 6:17

3 comments:

AnonymousMarch 17, 2011 at 9:03 AM
Every time I see you with a gun hunting Caribou it gets my hunting blood going. just found out that the Moose and Deer tags are on sale here. What is the season for Caribou there?

Calvin
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RachelMarch 17, 2011 at 9:12 AM
just ended on tuesday no caribou for me, lol
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AnonymousMarch 18, 2011 at 1:22 AM
guess i'll see you tomorrow! gonna be there for a week.

Gwen
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