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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Sunday’s Thought

Sunday’s Thought

It is easier, I think, to have faith in something greater than ourselves, and to trust that this too shall pass when you live in a place that demands awe and wonder pretty much all the time - ( well, when the clouds lift anyway...) Still, this campaign season I am...

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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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Arctic Explorer? Yup. That’s me.

Who knew? I know I said I was working, and I am, or I was, feverishly to make a deadline on the new book (it's still looming) but in the meantime I took a raft trip down the Kongakut River in the Eastern corner of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge (ANWR) from Drain...

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Working on a Book!

I do want to let you all know, that I'm on hiatus a bit with the blog, because I am busy working on a deadline for the next book and my brain feels a bit like my desk looks: The good news is that nearly everything I have been thinking and doing and living since the...

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Funny Weather

It's hot and hazy and the beach peas are crunchy underfoot from lack of rain. There is a burn ban, so no campfires.The sprinkler is on in the garden. Windows are open and the fan is on upstairs. I feel bad enough for the wilted crows in their black feathered coats...

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