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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A Really Good Moose Hunt

A Really Good Moose Hunt

We hunted just about all of the entire, brief, season— it closed Monday at midnight after less than two weeks. We heard the news from John and Henry Monday evening when they stopped by our camp on their way down the river. John has an airboat, so we always know when...

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A Little Re-Entry News

I was feeling a little smug this morning, what with all that snow and winter weather in the Lower Forty-eight, and all this sunshine and lack of snow here. (It's so dry up high that I've heard the heli-ski season is in doubt. You can see rocks on top of the mountains...

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“It’s Just Stuff”

My favorite beach in Sayulita is Playa Los Muertos-- beach of the dead-- it's quiet and easier to swim at than the popular surf break downtown. You walk through the crowded cemetery to get there. Which was a daily reminder that you can't take it with you, and may be...

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It’s So Nice to Be Home

It is so nice to be home in the land of comfortable chairs. (Of course, in Mexico who needs a chair?) I am thinking positive because I think I really could have stayed  south until spring. At the same time, it is spring here it seems-- sunny, very little snow-- mild....

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Goodbye for a few weeks!

I will be gone-- to Mexico-- and off-line until the first week in February. I know, I will miss you too-- but how can you miss me of I don't go away? (As Dan Hicks sort of sings.)  Also, this may be an opportunity for a little web cleanse, kind of like the Well&Fit...

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A Heart for Winter

I am leaving for a vacation on Friday so I have been busy making copies of our wills (so our children will not be "Crawleyed" as poor Mary was. Then again, the "estate" does not require more management than a house-sitter to care for the chickens); packing (I used...

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Sunday’s Thought

From Garrison Keillor, in honor of the big cold front and Epiphanies large and small: "I grew up among Bible-believing people in Minnesota, a cold-weather state when the wind blows down from Manitoba; it gets so cold your skin hurts, your innards clench up, and a...

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