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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Dispatch from Moose Camp

Dispatch from Moose Camp

"Meanwhile the world goes on. / Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of rain/ are moving across the landscapes,/ over the prairies and the deep trees,/ the mountains and the rivers./ Meanwhile, the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,/are heading home again."--...

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Out and About

My neighbor Betty has moved to Haines Assisted Living, and when I visit her there, she asks "What's the news on Mud Bay Road today?" Yesterday I told her a bear was on my daughter's deck next door at 7:00 am. "Black bear?"  no, a brownie,  I said and it was big (of...

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Moose and Muppets

My artist friend Tresham was speaking through his magical puppets in a sing-song voice, one was a mermaid and one was a wild witchy woman named Esmeralda, or maybe she was Margarita? I did hear him say he gives them all a name like that. He was demonstrating a bit of...

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Of Moose and Meditation

James Audubon  observed, "When the bird and the book disagree, believe the bird." The book says moose eat the same way giraffes do, with their heads up high, plucking willow leaves, but I watched a cow standing up to her belly in a swamp sucking grasses and water for...

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Of Moose and Marten

These days remain so glorious and full what with running and back forth to moose camp, doing the laundry, cooking, packing the cooler, and starting all over again-- and I had two obituaries to write this week in between trips, there's an assembly meeting next Tuesday,...

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What Days are These?

Is it okay to call these glorious, dry, warm Fall days "Indian Summer?," my friend Teresa asked as we looked around from the top of Mt. Riley the other day. There we were, in shirt sleeves, in September-- with dry boots too--   She meant if using the term itself...

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Something Funny and a Good Blog to Share

 I was more than a little apprehensive about my trip to ANWR to begin with. Then my cab from the airport in Fairbanks to the hotel was smashed into just as I was paying the driver. It felt and sounded like there had been an explosion. My driver was an elderly gal who...

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