The House That Heaven Built

I've seen The Japandroids' album Celebration Rock on a few "Best of 2012" lists, most of which referenced the song "The House That Heaven Built" in particular. What really got my attention, though, was when one of the guys on NPR's All Songs Considered said "when I listen to this song it makes me want to drive a Camaro down a mountain at 100 miles an hour." It helped that the next thing he did was play the song:



I don't know how fast I would drive if this song was blasting, but that's mostly because I don't know what the Camry's top speed is. I'm sure that going down the side of a mountain it could hit 100... but that might not be fast enough...

The only reason I feel like I couldn't run a 3-minute mile listening to this song is that it's almost 5 minutes long, so there's no way I could just stop after a mile and then my heart would explode.

SNOW!!!

It is finally dumping snow in Anchorage!!! After loooong dry spell with about 2" of snow in October (and no rain after the 10th), 3" of snow in November and basically not a single cloud in the sky from November 15 through December 7 (doesn't sound so bad until you remember that at -15 with no clouds you get ice fog instead!), we finally got a bit of snow this weekend. It started snowing on Saturday afternoon and we got a couple inches that night with just a dusting the next couple days as well. Then last night a big storm moved in and not only is it still dumping snow, but as of 8 AM Tikishla Park (kitty corner from our house) had the highest measured snowfall in town! Hooray!!!

A post for the first time in awhile...

Sometimes something happens that obviously deserves to be the next post written, but for some reason that writing doesn't happen. Meanwhile, other posts back up behind it, but you can't write about them because its not their turn. A perfect example of this is when I got married - am I really going to write a post about grilling burgers on the 4th of July when I still haven't written anything about my wedding? But then again, how can I possibly sum up the biggest day of my life, crossed with a family reunion, crossed with seeing friends from grad school, college, high school... all in a few paragraphs with maybe a dozen photos? I've got time to write about one, but not the other, so I just can't write about anything for awhile.

I've had one of those brewing since last summer, which is a work-related legal matter where, for a variety of reasons, my opinion doesn't need to be published online. But to get it out of the way I thought I'd just put up some links to the local paper:

Article 1: State, Landowner Reach Impasse Over Road


Article 2: State Sues Over Blocked Road


Article 3: Property Owner Says Coal May Be Motive For Blocking Road

There! Now maybe I can write about sinkholes, windstorms and whether or not Anchorage will ever see another cloud, let alone a snowflake!

Better as a headline than an article...

"Augusta National Admits Women"
 I was suprised to see the headline today, less suprised to see that neocon darling Condoleeza Rice was one of the women admitted, even less suprised to find out that the total number of women admitted was 2, still less suprised to find that the other woman (Darla moore, no relation) briefly worked for the Republican National Committee a few decades ago, and least suprised when I read this:

"Moore and her husband spend most of their time in Lake City in a house built on a plantation that has been in the Moore family for six generations." - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darla_Moore

Ladies weekend! (boy allowed)

This past weekend Beth, Bryn, Jen, the dogs and I headed down through Bryn's old stomping grounds (Homer, AK) and took a water taxi across the bay and into Kachemak State Park. From the far shore we hiked in about 3 miles to a rustic cabin on a prettly little lake. I have no idea where the lake got it's name, but "China Poot" Lake feeds China Poot Creek, which flows into China Poot Bay... all in the shadow of China Poot Peak.

We got there on Friday evening, had dinner and settled in around the campfire. The plan for Saturday was to hike up Poot Peak, but I bowed out since I had been fighting a bit of a stomach bug since Wednesday. While I stayed back in camp for some reading, fishing, firebuilding and snacking the ladies made their assault on the mountain.

Poot Peak isn't that tall - heightwise it would fit in nicely in the Appalachians - but it's really steep and from camp it basically looks like a mostly-rock spire. I checked up the mountains a few times, and a bit under 3 hours after the girls left I saw shapes moving around up there. I was even able to snap a couple pictures on my phone (the girls had my camera), through my binoculars, with one of the three clearly visible on the ridge right next to the summit. Terrible photo quality, but still pretty cool as far as I'm concerned.

The ladies made it back in time for dinner (good thing, because Bryn was the cook for that night's homemade/freeze-dried turkey dinner) and another evening was passed with food and drink, the campfire and some fishing.

Sunday morning Bryn and Jen went for another hike with the dogs while Beth and I hung around camp to fish and do some sleep-boating (this is Beth's invention: where she rows out onto the perfectly still lake, ships her oars and falls asleep). After lunch the four of us headed back to the beach where we had been dropped off, caught the water taxi and zipped back across the bay to Homer, the car and a long drive home.

Bonus beautiful sunset as we approached Anchorage!

The campfire was a focal point of the weekend.

The top of Poot Peak, taken through binoculars.

The top of the peak, through binoculars and fully zoomed in.
That may actually be Beth on the left side of the ridge, based
on the faint color difference between her body and sleeves.

Mystery climber on the move. No summit pictures - they didn't
know they needed to pose for a photographer 2 miles away.

The sunset zipping by out the car window - haven't seen one
of these for awhile now!

Man Week!!! (girls allowed)

This year Beth and I hosted our first ever MAN WEEK (note: in 2012 women may attend and excel at man week activities, if they so desire)!!! My uncle Rob, cousin Austin and my dad all came into town for the last week or so of June to hike, see wildlife, fish and sightsee. I would add eating and drinking to that list as well, but I have a feeling that those things would've happened whether these guys were in Alaska or not.

When people arrived we were in the midst of one the our most spectacular stretches of weather that I have seen since I arrived in Alaska. For over a week we had temperatures in the middle and upper 70s with clear skies. Rob and Austin arrived first and then took off again the next morning for an excursion down to Seward. My dad arrived that evening and the following morning he, Beth and I headed off for a hike along the Eagle River. We had perfect conditions, spectacular scenery and well... that's actually all we could really say we were looking for.

One of many excellent views, looking up the Eagle River

Bella mid-leap, chasing a very important stick

Dad and Beth on "The Perch" a rock outcrop that was our destination for the day

82 degrees in our backyard! I'm not sure I've ever seen that before

Of course, the weather couldn't stay perfect forever, and by the time the 4 guys headed off for our big backpacking adventure conditions had taken a turn for the worse. As we drove down the highway south of town it was pouring rain with gusts so strong they were shaking the car. I was keeping my fingers tightly crossed that this was just the famously crappy weather of eastern Turnagain Arm and that conditions wouldn't be so bad by the time we reached our destination, but I wonder if the non-locals simply thought our plans to go outside in this were crazy.

Fortunately by the time we got to the trailhead things were much better. The rain had stopped and winds were light, so we set off hiking. One thing we quickly noticed was that water levels were high, and not because of the rain. Record snow last winter plus a cool spring meant that there was much more snow than usual in the mountains entering mid-June. Our Alaskan heat wave the previous week had set all of that snow to melting and now every creek was threatening to spill over its banks. We even hiked across one bridge where the water had risen so high that one end of the bridge was actually becoming a dam! Once again I was crossing my fingers, this time hoping that the bridge would still be there 2 days later when we hiked out.

After a 9-mile hike we made it to our cabin, which was just as I remembered it from a few years ago. Nothing even close to fancy, but well positioned with a nice view out to the lake, wood stove, campfire ring, a couple axes and saws, a canoe, sleeping platforms (essentially 2 bunk beds with no mattresses) a table and a small counter with a metal area on top for lighting a camping stove - essentially all the comforts you can ask for in a backcountry cabin. Austin and I collected some firewood - he seemed to catch on quickly to my method of finding dead trees and pushing them down - and built a fire. Then fishing rods were assembled and most of the rest of the evening was spent fishing, having dinner, trying to burn the extra 4 pounds of Mac 'n Cheese from Austin's dinner...

The next day we mad a quick breakfast, grabbed fishing rods and headed back out. My dad locked up the prizes for first, biggest and most fish when he caught a trout, then he rubbed it in our faces by catching another. I pretty much caught one trout - brought it to shore but not out of the water, and it slipped off the hook while I was getting out my camera - and lost another after it put up a beautifully acrobatic fight, but my dad was obviously the fishing champion.

As it approached lunchtime I spotted a moose in the clearing across the lake. My dad and I watched it for a minute or so before it disappeared into some brush, but when it reappeared a couple minutes later I ran back to the cabin to grab Rob and Austin. They ended up taking the canoe across the lake and getting some closeup views before coming back for lunch.

After lunch it started raining, so for the rest of the afternoon people would intermittently head outside to fish or take pictures and then come back in to get warm (we had a more-than-adequate fire going in the wood stove). I went for a couple mile fishing/hiking jaunt up past the end of our lake, but turned around when my route was completely underwater where it crossed the main creek. I ticked off some funny looking birds - they looked like shorebirds but kept landing on the very tips of trees - and they spent more than enough time screeching at me as I apparently hiked too close to their nest.

That evening we had an epic cribbage throwdown. It was your standard 4-person team cribbage, played sometimes with kings wild, sometimes with 9-card hands and sometimes with your opponents taking cards from your hand to make up their crib. I didn't have enough whiskey to take the edge off of the whipping that the old guys put on Austin and I, and even though we saved some face with a single late win the situation as a whole was pretty lopsided.

The next day's hike out was pretty non-eventful. All of the bridges were still in tact. Rob's feet were really bothering him but aside from taking maybe 4 extra 30 second breaks than we would have it didn't slow us down a bit. Near the end we saw a ptarmigan or grouse (someday I'll bother to figure out which is which) with her brood, and by early afternoon we were back at the cars having survived our adventure.

The falls on Juneau Creek were thundering!

Our home-away-from-home

The two brothers discuss fishing strategy

Austin's reflection fishes while Austin watches from the lake

My dad fishing

The moose, taken through binoculars

Rob and Austin on their way to go mooseviewing. They
got much closer than I did, so I can't wait to see Rob's
pictures next time I'm in Arden.

Some pretty lupines

This guy was so mad at me!

The last morning, before we say goodbye to our cabin

On the trail

I had everybody cross this bridge seperately, so I could get pictures of all three individually, but then I didn't like them as much as when I photoshopped them into a single frame.

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We were actually all together for this one, though.

And this one

Ptarmigrouse?

After the backpacking trip I headed back to Anchorage to check in at the office while the 3 visitors headed to Homer for some halibut fishing and bear-viewing/flightseeing. While they were in Homer, my mom arrived for her part of the visit. The boys got back the next evening and on Friday morning I took the visitors back to Eagle River - this time to see where Linda lived during her time in Alaska in the 80s. After stopping by her old homestead, we took a detour up a road in the front range outside of Anchorage hoping for some sights to see. And we saw two bears! The first didn't stick around long and was still really cool. But the second one hung out for 10 minutes just mowing through dandelions while we parked beside him to take pictures. This time even the cell phone was enough for full-sized pictures, although I'll still be eager to see Rob's photos.

That night we had grilled halibut for dinner, fresh from the guys' fishing trip in Homer. We also got to enjoy cocktail hour in the backyard with a small campfire to keep the bugs at bay. Then for dessert we had some champagne and homemade limoncello, too!

The next morning I took our visitors up to Glen Alps, a popular entry point for Chugach State Park right on the southern corner of Anchorage. We were hoping to see more wildlife and although we didn't it was still a fun time. But on the way home, I spotted a cow moose at the side of the road. We circled back and she had a little calf with her so we watched and took some photos as they ambled up someone's driveway.

Rob and Austin left that afternoon and my parents followed the next morning, but not before we put them to work for a bit on our new workshop and they put on a little pre-birthday dinner for me. Burgers, salad and homemade cheesecake, oh my! 

All in all it was a great trip. Our house is a bit small for big crowds, but everything worked out fine and I can't wait until they all come back!

Mr. Bear goes to town on the dandelions... can I hire him for the neighbor's yard?

Momma moose was looking awfully skinny, but I wonder if that's because until just now she's been putting all her calories into making milk instead of putting on fat...

...and now that the little guy's eating his vegetables she'll be able to start bulking up.

One shot of the whole group in front of our house

First hike of the season

Last Saturday was a beautiful, sunny, day, which was a good thing because Beth and I had already decided to go on our first hike of the summer that day. Bryn and Dash joined the two of us and Bella, and we drove up to the Glen Alps parking lot in Chugach State Park. Part of the parking lot was still blocked by a snowbank, so we had to wait a couple of minutes for a spot to open up, but fortunately it didn't take long and soon we were on our way. The goal for the day was to hike up to a place called "The Ballfield," a gently sloping plateau that rises from about 3000' to 4000' elevation below O'Malley Peak in the front range east of Anchorage.

I picked our route because it faces south and I thought the snow would have pretty much melted away. I was basically right except for the fact that there were probably still 20 feet of snow on our route. We ended up paralleling the intended route to stay on dry ground and after a moderately short but very steep and sweaty ascent we were at the foot of "The Ballfield."

Up top we spent a bit of time basking in the sun, eating some tasty snacks, and briefly enjoying a few wildflowers before Bella would trample them. Then we turned around and headed back down for what would be the fun part of the trip. After skipping the very top of the descent which was really steep, I glissaded (aka: butt-slid) my way down the next several hundred feet in a matter of moments. Beth was apprehensive at first but then joined in as well and what would have been a steep and knee-hurty descent turned out to be a hoot!

Pictures and a couple videos below:

Dash checks back in with the group, tongue lolling out due to the sweltering mid-50s heat.

Maybe its not winter anymore, but the evidence of winter was still abundant.

Beth and Bryn hiking, with the toe of the Ballfield behind them.

Beth and Bryn hiking with O'Malley Peak and the Ballfield stretching out behind them

Bella on top of Little O'Malley, at the top of our hike.

Me, just happy to be here.

From the perspective of a soon-to-be-stompled flower, she's pretty scary looking.

Beth and Bryn work their way down the mountain after I slid way out in front of the group.

Butt tracks in the snow above...

Down at the bottom, stepping back onto dry land after our sledding adventure.

Heading back to the car after an excellent hike