I live and write on Lingít Aaní, and gratefully acknowledge the past, present and future caretakers of this beautiful place, the Jilkaat Kwaan and Jilkoot Kwaan.

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The Second to Last Day of the Year

The Second to Last Day of the Year

"For when we begin looking-- and I mean really looking, with an attention cleared of formulations and preconceptions-- we begin to see combinations and possibilities, order and beauty, anywhere." John Haines Dec. 30, Saturday morning,9:45 am on the Chilkat. Low tide....

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100 for 60? Check!

Chip rode 100 miles for his 60th birthday on Saturday. (As he said, 'What I'd really like for my birthday is for us to ride a 100 miles') I think I told you that already. Also, he won't be 60 until next week, but he didn't want to miss his opportunity, weather wise...

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Sunday’s Thought

"As I grew older, I realized I only had questions. For a long time this made me feel vulnerable and afraid, and then suddenly, as though I'd reached a kind of emotional puberty, it made me feel vulnerable and comfortable." - Anna Quindlen

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Friday Already?

I should have said, "September already?" (Tonight I'm looking forward to September's First Friday from 5-7 downtown, I saw John Hagen hanging his photography exhibit at Joanie's gallery, and there are new art pieces in the Howser's windows, too.)  This morning, riding...

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Our Bodies and Our Lives

I am still trying to get back in the dance of normal days after weeks of being here and yon. And now I'm running for assembly, which may seem crazy, but my not so sub-conscious motive is that then I will have to be home and so can't say yes to events that take me...

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Sunday’s Thought

Yes, I am home from Tenakee, and was woken up this morning by a black and white domestic bunny rabbit thumping on the back door. He hopped under the greenhouse when I opened it. And last night we went to a wedding, in the warm evening out at the fairgrounds, full--...

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Off to the Spa.. Alaska Style

I'm on my way to Tenakee Springs, a tiny village on an island south of here, to see my friends Teresa and Larry, and meet with the Tenakee Springs book club. I have also packed flip-flops for the bath. That's the public bath house with a natural hot springs pool...

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