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.

My father Papa Bob was here a week, and since it was only a week, and since the sun was shining, and since the family has all (just about all, we missed a son-in-law who is hunting in the Aleutians and a son who is crewing on a fishing boat that’s in Seattle right now) been hanging out a lot.  ( Which means I haven’t been at my desk.) The good news is that it is raining now, Dad is home safe, and I managed to get three obituaries done, copyedit a manuscript, and plant the carrots. I leave for Skagway tomorrow but will check in properly before I go. Thanks for reading.