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.

I like to walk and when the sun is out I have something good I can talk about… I know, terrible pun, and actually, I don’t have much to say as I have a to-do list a mile long (although not as long as yours I’m sure. Everyone is crazy busy here with the Fair , fish, house guests and work, I know that.) Anyway, this morning the sun was so magnetic that it pulled Chip and I right out of bed. (Could have been the silence too, no more rain on the tin roof.) He was showered and drinking coffee by 5:15, so I figured I’d trot on up the hill to Morning Muscles. “Watch for bears,” he said. I said I’d stay on the road, not the beach. Still, I stuck to the middle, as there were no cars at all, and then since I went faster than I had planned– the bear thoughts no doubt gave me a nudge-  arrived a little early (class starts at 6) and took a jag around the block by Sarah J’s espresso shop on the main drag into the Fort, Portage Street, and there by her cafe door was a fresh pile of bear poop. (Sarah bakes in the Chilkat Center’s commercial kitchen nearby, so class smelled like fresh cookies and she had time to join us, in her apron, doing jumping jacks and crunches and those long stretches at the end.) The Wild Iris fruit trees and berry bushes were unmolested by the bear, and all looked fine at the Dejon salmon smokery. So I guess the clear skies encouraged that bear to take a walk around the neighborhood the same as they had me. But what I want to tell you, is that I’m so happy the weather is nice for the fair today- and that this morning I heard two things from the other early risers that I wanted to pass on. One, was from Marnie, who observed that the things we pay attention to determine what kind of life we lead,  and the other was from Barbara, who said she likes having friends who see the world differently than she does.