The Fashionable Hunter

Here was the plan. We would borrow a friends boat, pack up camp, take the puppy, and go kill a moose. Two, maybe three days, was all it would take. Weather being unpredictable we dressed for rain and had layered our clothes to deal with sun. I was wearing my new camo pants which make my butt look awesome (a necessity for being in the wilderness). A second-grader by the name of Kara donated a sweater from one of her teddy bears for the puppy to wear to stay warm on the boat. Once up river I had packed CoCo’s camoflauge shirt to wear (it doesn’t improve the loveliness of her butt) for her to change into.

I dressed CoCo in her new sweater and we set off in the old boat with a new name, the Erin Anne. We motored out of the harbor and made it around to the city dock when our motor went up in smoke. We floated ashore at Snag Point, spent two and half days working on it and set off again for a repeat performance. In the end, we did not get upriver to get the moose. But CoCo got to show off her cool sweater for the rest of you.

CoConut Chanel

I am back to work, and have a computer again! So I should be able to keep up with this blog, right? Unfortunately, my life isn’t very exciting, so I will probably have to make things up. Do you mind?

First, I would like to introduce the newest edition to the family. This is Coconut Chanel, a Yorkshire terrier puppy. Since most of my readers are family, and animal lovers, I will post pictures as requested. Those of you not interested, don’t visit my blog.

I picked up CoCo in Alabama this summer and she was dubbed the Coconut by my cousin Trey (aka Thor, and Capt. T) because we were on our way to the beach. She almost didn’t survive the first 24 hours with us because upon arrival at the beach house we encountered an air conditioning disaster. By one in the afternoon we were all a puddle of sweat, and CoCo was near collapse. We took turns driving around in the car with her, the air conditioner blowing full force to try to cool off. Thank God for the repairman! However, within two days CoCo knew her name and I had failed to come up with a better one. That’s okay, she seems like a CoCo. Still, the return to cool, clear air of Alaska was a relief for both CoCo and myself.

CoCo has taken on a few other nicknames since we have returned home. My favorite being the CoComotive, because she will go from zero to fifty without warning and barrel towards whatever her intended goal is.

Romance? It's for the mosquitos...

Phillip and I decided we needed a date night since we have seen so little of each other these past two months. Finding a way to date around here takes a bit of creativity. We did go out to eat, a real treat for us. Luckily, there weren't many people there we knew well so we didn't end up talking to other people. The best date we had was traveling one evening to Snake Lake. It was a trip in four wheel drive and on foot, only to be chased back to the truck at a dead run by a thousand ravenous mosquitos. Did you ever wonder why the caribou herds stampede? I know why. I tried to take a picture of Phillip running for his life with a swarm clouding around him but it didn't turn out well. I am not sure if the cloud of mosquitos blurred the picture or my running behind him. So I placed these couple pictures we took on the side of the mountain. As you can see I was dressed up for my night of romance, if I had only used DEET instead of perfume...

Anyhoo, not much going on up here. I have smoked some salmon and done a little canning. My lettuce is finally growing big enough to eat. I can't believe how long it has taken to grow. If I had more to tell I would put it on here, but anything else I would have to say would be a tall tale. And I would never embellish or exaggerate just to entertain my readers. Check back again next month.

Department of Homeland Insecurity

Gypsy Corner has become occupied again with the usual rabble and a few new faces. After hearing about the numerous cameras in town the guys erected their own DHI (Department of Homeland Insecurity) camera in their corner. It has been moved to the main street in front of the Muddy Rudder and is now watching the information box. In the box are slips of paper tipping the authorities off to suspicious looking characters. I hear the next DHI camera will be interactive and will ask people to state their business when they come near it. People get a bit creative hanging out here waiting for the fish to arrive.

As you can see, I am back on the Internet, from my home. Summer is passing by quickly and I have very little to show for it. This also means I have very little to share lately. Phillip is working 12 hour days, seven days a week and will go to 18 hour days soon when they start processing fish. Helps our bank account but makes it hard on the relationship. I have cleaned out every nook, cranny, cabinet, and hiding spot in the house and we still have too much crap. It is time to move to a bigger place. Soon, very soon.

Some of our readers may have heard an ugly rumor that I am spending my summer writing. I would like to address this gross bit of information to let our readers know that writing has not been a top priority and I am not being productive - at all. My days pass by in a blur qand I cannot say what I do. I am sure I do something, but I have very little to show for it. Maybe the television needs to be cut off...