Mar 19, 2011 | Blog
It usually takes the ravens, magpies and eagles a day to pick a deer carcass clean down to a pile of fur. They even eat the hide. But the gutted sleeper shark liver remains intact- as is all the viscera, which is splayed out in a seeping pile in the sand next to the...Mar 18, 2011 | Blog
Well, as you can imagine there was high excitement on the beach yesterday ( and lots of spring sunshine ) what with a shark and all. Bears, moose, wolves, coyotes, seals, sea-lions, hawks, eagles– these are all normal visitors, but a shark? Turns out it was a...Mar 17, 2011 | Blog
Here’s what Forte and I found this morning on our walk… Cue the jaws music. It is a shark, about eight feet long. The blood is from the ravens and eagles picking on it. (It is quite dead.) Chip said, “can we eat the steaks?” and I said no. We...Mar 16, 2011 | Blog
Willa Cather wrote that winter hangs on too long in country towns– “until it is stale and shabby,old and sullen.” Which pretty sums up the mood around here, although yesterday’s 29 degrees sure felt balmy. March makes me completely manic. One...Mar 15, 2011 | Blog
The good thing about having forty people over for dinner is that it makes you clean the house, and after all winter mine could use it. I mean, it looked okay, but a white glove test would not be good (it still won’t) thanks to the wood stove, and to the glacier...Mar 14, 2011 | Blog
At Roger Potter’s funeral Saturday in the Port Chilkoot Bible Church we sang old fashioned hymns, “What a Friend we Have in Jesus,” “I’ll Fly Away,” and of course, “Amazing Grace.” (Read his obituary here.) But before...
