Monday, September 29, 2008

ANDVSA Biennial Conference


Last week two lucky coworkers and I enjoyed the perks of being domestic violence advocates. We swam in the salt water pool, soaked in the hot tub, picked berries, and took a tram ride to the best chocolate cake I've ever had. It was nice hanging around other people that are also no longer allowed to ever say "Hey, you look familiar..." again. It wasn't all just catered food, bathrobes, and slippies. I could talk about the other stuff... but I'm a little talked out about it and there's a lot of sorting that my head needs to do. Also of note: I had a good chance to visit with some good Sitka friends and meet Emi Koyama.

It was a beautiful evergreen fall there, but I didn't take very many pictures. But here the few are.

Trumpeting Fall






I'm not blinking. I wouldn't want to miss my favorite season. I must have hung out with these trumpeter swans out in the Butte for half an hour. I nearly missed the Presidential Debate on Friday because I was so caught up in the splendor of fall sunseting on the farm land.
Other preparations for winter are underway. However, because I don't have a car these are minimal. I have a new down jacket that I love, but I'm adding a couple pockets along a seam. The others were just too low. I'm brushing up on my knitting skills. I actually started a sock today.
I've been periodically been dropping off my compost at the Spring Creek Farm, but the task is uphill and an hour and a half long. I can't quite stomach borrowing a car to go drop off my compost. I've thought of getting a worm bin, but that feels like too much. Now I'm also afraid that if I tried to get worms they would freeze on their way up here. I don't know.
Here's a full slideshow of the pictures from the month.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Can you Kennicott?






Most people fly from Anchorage out to the tiny abandoned copper mining town of Kennicott. They stay in a nice hotel that locals built before the National Park Service took over the area. We took the road. I now understand why most people fly. However, people run there since there was a race the day we visited. I was able to go on a tour of the old mill that separates the limestone from the copper. With exposed views 12 stories up on the edge of a steep hill down to a glacier and narrow steep stairs, this was not for the faint of heart. Trusting that the National Park Service wouldn't want us to die, I enjoyed wandering down the old weathered building.
But in the end, I was glad to be home in my basement with my cat curled up on my legs.

Click here for the full slideshow of the trip's pictures.