Sunday, July 19, 2015

Eddy Out for Moose

PACKRAFTING. So this is J's newest passion. He's been taking courses, hitting rivers, and stinking up our garage with his wet dry suit all summer. In case you don't know, this is the sport where you take a 6 pound (only 6 pounds!!!) selfie raft, squash it down in your backpack, and hike to where ever you please to then float your way out on a bouncie bouncie fun fun fun waterway. Brilliant, right? We used to ask, why do you people hike down mountains when they could ski? Now we ask, why do they hike out of mountain ranges when they could paddle?

And for his birthday excursion J opted to, you guessed it, go pack rafting. And he almost hit a moose. But he braked. "Brake for Moose." You get this, right? The motto and bumper sticker known far and wide in New England advocating for moose not getting tagged and for humans not getting slammed when a high-center-of-gravity mammal hits a well matched glass sheet in front of their face. Well J and his buddy were paddling along Glacier Creek in Girdwood when they spotted a moose on a bank. They assumed it would stop at the river but no, it lumbered in. Then they assumed it would stay put and drink and turn back, but it began crossing, with a trajectory perfectly aligned to their boats. So they had to crank around, paddle hard, ferry up river, and eddy out to avoid getting a hoof through their bow. I sense a successful t-shirt slogan in our future... Happy Birthday, J!

Hiking wherever he pleases!
Bouncie bouncie fun fun fun!

DIPNETTING. Totally unrelated to moose but at least regarding AK wildlife: it's dipnet season. And unlike in years past, Team Leslie is savvy. We charge down to the beach about an hour and a half past low tide, waders on, dipnet in hand, and stand alongside our fellow residents hoping for that telltale bump and shake to the net, so we can flip it and drag it ashore. There (vegans and vegetarians, stop reading), Indigo takes her  bat, yes we have a bat, and konks the salmon on the head, pulls out her scissors and clips its tail fins (legally, you have to mark your catch as a dipped fish), and hands it back. We then rip a finger through a loop of gills, wash it in the ocean and let it bleed out a bit, and then throw it in the cooler. When they're really jumping, we can catch five in an hour... you're running in and out of the water like some sort of kid at a shorthanded swim meet. When it slows down, you drag your gear and fish up the hill, hop in the car, and head home to fillet, vacuum seal, and make tasty chowder with fresh fish. Ahhhh...

One just about down, four to go...

Indigo helps scale...
"... got three salmon."

And with that, we're off to "The Outside." We often say the Lower 48, but apparently if you're actually going there, you call it The Outside. Implying that we, as Alaskans, are on The Inside. Hmmm... That's definitely enough fodder for another blog post in itself!

Until then...

Friday, July 17, 2015

Kodiak

KODIAK. When most people hear the word "Kodiak" they immediately think of the massive 1000 pound brown bears that call the island home. Interestingly, we now know, these massive mammals feed mostly on plant matter (Salmonberries, lupine roots, eel grass), supplemented by the copious amounts of salmon running up the many rivers flowing off this Emerald Isle...
Diet of a Kodiak Brown Bear, according to the National Wildlife Refuge visitors center.
Now I want to set your expectations up properly from the start and say that Team Leslie did not see a single brownie on our latest trip. Honestly, it costs about $500/person to boat or fly to areas on Kodiak where you can readily observe bears... as you might guess, we're a bit thrifty when it comes to "pay-to-see" things like that. As J puts it, "if we're going to pay that much to fly somewhere, we better be doing a hell of a lot more than taking pictures of a bear." So we put our faith in the powers of Ice Cream Newton and the "pay-for-gas-and-drive-to-see-random-ass-stuff" plan. Mind you, we think that plan paid off in grand fashion as you'll note below. Ironically, the Rogers family in Francestown, NH and the Wharton-Nockles family in Naples, FL have seen more bear in the past year than we have here in AK. In fact, Gran and Great Grammy watched a large black bear cross their lawn in Francestown while we were in Kodiak no less... so feel free to talk to them if you want more deets on bears.

HAWAII. When most people hear the word "Kodiak" they do not think of Hawaii; but they should! We have deemed Kodiak the Hawaii of Alaska. From the dramatic mountains with cascading waterfalls, the lush greenery and abundant flowers, the gorgeous beaches, and the amazing sense of renewal and peace you find there, it really is worthy of the comparison. And for those of you skeptical of the Alaska lush factor (ie tons of rain and mosquitoes), we all returned with sunburns and did not see a single skeet the entire time. I know. Amazing.
Our campsite for the week - waterfall on one side...

River and...
Ocean on the other side!
CALIFORNIA. The grown-up two thirds of Team Leslie have spent their fair share of time along the California coast. And I don't know this for sure, but I have a sense that had we been able to visit these special places... Muir Beach, Stinson, Bodega...  75 years earlier, we would have found far fewer communities and establishments, and instead long stretches of uninhabited beaches, estuaries and cliffs... all spectacular and wild and waiting to be explored. Perhaps a few sun-worn, entrepreneurial, sandy folks selling hot cheese sammies from the back of their pick up trucks in between surfing stints along the way.
Surfers' Beach.

Fossil Beach.

J takes a break from the breaks.

Indigo hits it again and again.
Well the road system of Kodiak, all 60 miles of it, is like that, minus the folks selling the sammies. We were the only explorers out there most of the time and we were more than tempted to throw away our return ferry tickets, buy some more propane for the Coleman, and become the sandy entrepreneurial folks ourselves!! We actually created some stellar salmonberry pies (crescent roll dough in those scary cylinders that pop, sugar and fresh picked berries fried in butter on both sides for 4 minutes...) that just might have paid the bills for a month or two. Alas alack, apparently we have enough practicality in our bones to have kept the tickets and boarded the ferry. Bummer dude.
Really really big berries.
You'd pay big bucks for this roadside in the middle of nowhere, right? Yup. Thought so.
ALASKA. So as much as Kodiak reminded us of other beautiful parts of the country, it did ooze Alaskan goodness as well. Fish, berries, wildlife (I said no bears, but that doesn't mean other large mammals didn't cross our path!), mountains, rivers, ocean, and unexpected twists and turns along the way...
A herd of bison greeted us at Surfers' Beach...

And then a RIVER OTTER photo bombed J's picture!

Ice Cream Newton may have reached new heights...

A SEA GLASS BEACH. Again... A SEA GLASS BEACH. (Kim's heaven)

From a stint at the SEA GLASS BEACH.

Abercrombie State Park - no Fitch - where we camped on Day 1.

A lake down the hill from out campsite at Abercrombie bordered by the ocean.

FOSSILS found on the beach... and did I mention the sea glass?

Some grand fat tire riding...
(King crab shells make an awesome crunch noise when you run them over!)

Dinner caught out of the river by our campsite each night.
SUP picnic on an ocean bay island - Indigo paddles like a rockstar!

SUSTAINABILITY. So beyond having a bounty of sea, river and land life available to responsibly harvest, Kodiak residents are some of the greener humans we've come across in Alaska. Their island is essentially "off the grid" with 100% renewably-powered hydro and wind. (Note the huge turbines in the picture below.) When they get mega screwed over, like having 200,000 pounds of marine debris wash up on their shores from the 2011 Japan tsunami, they not only pick it all up, but get creative in the process...
J gets ready to hit the trails while Indigo gets ready to fly...
Marine trash sculpture...

SLUGS and SAILORS. As you have likely already figured out, I tend toward the positive brain chemistry side of things and my recap of Team Leslie's ventures might have the tint of rose colored glasses. And I don't want all of you ditching your plans for Bora Bora (I actually have no idea where that is) and the Grand Tiki Resort (There have to be a lot of those...) to hit Kodiak instead, without a true sense of things. So I asked Indigo and J to share the "bad" side of their Kodiak experience:
Indigo - "Slugs. Mom, they were everywhere. When you flipped over your paddle board in the morning there were at least fifty. And they were in my boots outside the tent. Gross. Real Gross."
J - "Swearing Sailors." So yes, when we finally emerged from the far ends of the road system and hit the fave bar and grill, the Rendezvous, we found ourselves seated near a crew of gentlemen, one of whom was determined to tell the most offensive, crass, over-the-top jokes at a very high volume. Luckily (?), we'd read that this joint was known for it's local color and took it all in stride. But when the one guy left, his friends turned to us and apologized up and down. Indigo's eyebrows were raised the whole while and she, luckily (?), knew most of the words and that they were not to be repeated. 
F*!@# Yeah!

And the weather. Variable. Honestly, we lucked out. The report had been for a week of rain and we were blessed with a cloud layer that promptly lifted high enough for us to see the glorious peaks around us, sun that warmed us, and even a tropical drizzle that never left us chilled through. But again, we were lucky. And the evening we arrived on the ferry, this is what Kodiak looked like:
Hmm...

So there you have it. If you have a slug aversion, beware. If you're a swearing sailor, welcome home. And if you can't handle a little drizzle, the Grand Tiki awaits.
Catching the ferry home...



Friday, July 3, 2015

Time Flies When You're...

READING HARRY POTTER. That's it. That's my big excuse for not writing any posts (I'm glancing awkwardly at the ground, shifting my weight, grimacing guiltily) for five months. Super lame, right? You'd think I could carve out a few minutes every month to record a few happenings of note for Alaska...
(No snow on the ground by Easter!)

(Morel mushroom madness after last year's big fire!)


or for our family...
(Coach J leads the club soccer team through another successful season!)

(Indigo and her BFF Sophia bring the house down as jazz performers after graduating from Kindergarten!)
Maybe upload a few pictures with cool wildlife...
(Nudibranch found tidepooling in Homer!)

(The elusive fresh water SUP shark outside McCarthy!)
Share some videos of us doing Alaska-y stuff... (You likely need to be on actual blogsite to view)

And just generally confirm our status as not having been mauled by a bear.
(Although this was a close one... Team Brevard, Reitz, Roof and Leslie made a narrow escape!)

(Still alive, outside of Seward!)

(Still alive, backpacking outside Kennicott!)

And I've thought about the blog a lot - really I have! But each time the day settled down, and Indigo crawled into bed, I'd be faced with a choice: hop on the machine for some blogging, or cuddle with Indigo and read Harry Potter. Now I realize that J is perfectly capable of reading to Indigo instead of me, and he does, but then I miss it! And yes, I've read the series several times before, but my memory is terrible and it's a new thrill each time Harry suspects Snape or escapes out from under Mrs. Norris' nose. And it's no small coincidence that just last week we wrapped up Book 7. And that each night since we've watched one of the movies. And it's a minor miracle that despite having half of The Goblet of Fire sitting unwatched on Amazon Instant Video, I've got the Blogger tab open instead. So you're welcome. (J and Indigo will tell you that I'm absolutely terrible at apologies - it usually takes me a good day after the fact to come around and actually mutter the words, "I'm sorry." So, if you aren't irreparably offended already, I'll probably come around in a bit...)
Indigo's version of Harry, who, as a humble fellow, accepts full blame for the lack of bloggery.

SAVVY. Now another non-magical reason for my hiatus is this: we've actually figured out a few things after being up here for 3 years.

For one thing, we've accumulated the proper gear - at least some of the proper gear. Our household possessions remain minimal but, oh my, our garage needs an addition.
A smattering of gear, outside McCarthy

This is how we get it where it needs to go...

Inflatable "toys" at Spencer Glacier
Who needs crampons when...

... yak tracks work great for crevasse jumping! (Root Glacier)

Dry suits are key when you're in 35 degree water!

And we know where to go. We frequent the Manitoba yurts like we go to church there (J would argue we do... his "Skisus" tshirt says it all!), and more and more places get tossed into the "That place was cool! Let's go back!" pile.
Rock-hounding on the Glenn Hwy

Fossil finds! I spy ancient tree needles...

Rocks found while attempting to gold pan - clearly we found no gold...

Good old Manitoba cabin jam

Manitoba aurora

Indeed.

The old Tern Lake intersection we've driven by a hundred times... now a play spot!

Same Tern Lake intersection, now known to be sweet access to some goods!
J hits Thompson Pass on his annual "second Spring Break"
Team Roof explores Taylor Pass near Turnagain

And we've got a few more friends to adventure with us. Not a ton, and I'll be honest here and say that we hang out with more religious conservatives than Skisus-shirt wearing people maybe should.. but despite some differences we've found a fun common ground  - we all like to explore and play up here! And then of course we've wrangled a few of you from the Lower 48 into coming up too...

New friends...

and old!




HAVING FUN. So barring any unforeseen circumstances, Team Leslie anticipates more tales of merrymaking in this fine state. Our contracts are signed for another year with the school district, Indigo is excited to rock first grade, Ziggy doesn't even flinch when a moose walks by the window, and Ice Cream Newton just got her money's worth, literally, put into her with a variety of fresh parts, ensuring, we hope, her continued run on these wild roads. Speaking of, Sunday we load Ice Cream onto the ferry for a week on Kodiak Island, and the salmon should be running up the Kenai when we return. J got an official vacuum sealer for Father's Day so we're ready to up our catch and load the freezer. The Alaska Adventure lives on!
Fun!

Kennicott River with ONE MILE HIGH ice fall in the background left, and rainbow on right!

I spy J and Indigo!

P.S. I'm sorry I've been a terrible blog poster - I'll try to do better - thanks for understanding!

P.P.S. As some of you know, J's 40th Birthday is coming up on July 14th... feel free to pop him some bday lovin', if you haven't already (smile).