I truly have to give my parents the credit for the ‘Alaska: the Last Frontier’ Discovery tv show theme song my daughter Jewel and I co-wrote. Here’s why — they thought out-of-the-box, which has taught me to do the same. If I needed something they made it. Growing up this[…]
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Homestead games – Ice bowling
Even though we were secluded as a family in the early days on the homestead, as kids do anywhere, we played a lot. There were some of the standard indoor games such as checkers and Parcheesi and various card games. Outdoor games included tag and hide and go seek, Mother[…]
Fish skin leather workshop
I’m at a weekend workshop across Kachemak Bay from Homer learning to turn slimy salmon skins into beautiful functional art. The goal is to make a salmon skin basket. So far we’ve been very busy, not even time for lunch yet today! I have my first salmon skinned out. The[…]
Circling for Survival
“Life is simple, Life is good, When you’re living like you should” is a line from the theme song my daughter Jewel and I wrote for our reality show, Alaska: The Last Frontier. Life indeed was more than good this morning as I was sitting in my little Cottonwood Grove[…]
For Men Only
Got my furry fuzzy felted slippers on this morning. I’m back up at the Willard cabin. I’m facing east, looking out that small window I stuck in that wall a couple years back. To my right, the south, is that big 3 x 4 window, with the view of the[…]
A Pair of What? A Paradox.
Slippery little rascals those paradoxes. Paradoxi? They’re kinda like newborn calves, slimy and wet and hard to get hold of. Before you know it, they’ve slipped right through a tiny crack in the gate, and all you got in your one hand is their tiny back hoof and maybe some[…]
Find your tribe
Lots of research out there indicates or actually proves, beyond a doubt, that us humans are a herd animal. And, of course, as in every herd, there are always a few loners. A few horses that are grazing at the edge of the herd, or just a little ways off. But[…]
Pain
It is a crystal clear, blue bird, sun coming over the snowcapped mountains kind of day. I am driving east into the sunrise, not great for the eyes but hopefully my spirit can guide me because it is difficult to see the road. I am heading out to my old[…]
Talking and Listening
Talking and listening, that’s a tough one. Ideally, the talker has just the same amount of words as the listener has just the amount room for. Ideally, when it is the listeners turn to speak, they in turn have just the exact number of words to neatly fill the listening shelves[…]
Fresh Bread – to blog or not to blog
If you are not picking up great excitement from me as you join me in my morning meanderings, there is something seriously wrong. Either there is something wrong with your sensors, or with my transmitter. Either you’re not picking up what I am laying down, or I ain’t layin’ nothin’[…]