Sitting inside in the winter makes me think of the upcoming summer. I remember the good days of floating creeks and rivers. This one was really nice weather and we didn’t have to wear waders or shirts!
Finn helps navigate us to the put in.
We caught grayling.
It was a beautifully warm day and I can’t wait for another summer in Alaska!
I get it now. When we first moved here, I was excited to fish the world famous Kenai River. I wasn’t very successful. It is hard to walk and wade the Kenai. It is expensive to hire a guide every time I want to go out. The most logical thing was to buy our own raft. Now I get it. The Kenai is a magical place when you can access a lot of it whenever you want.
One of the things that I love about vacations is being able to spend time looking for the perfect bakery. We spent one morning visiting a few and trying their baked goods. The best pastries seemed to come from Door County Bakery. They also had the best flowers outside.We also had to explore the area by bike to find the best beach. I think that we all agreed that Ferdinand Hotz Park was the best place to have lunch. This is the view of Lake Michigan from the beach.This is the view of the beach from Lake Michigan.From our apartment, we walked down to the barbecue overlooking the almighty Green Bay where there was live music. The small figure on the bottom left is a guy playing a guitar and singing. What a way to end vacation days!
We took a quick 4 day trip to Kona to visit my dad. Day one was mostly travel, but we got a beautiful sunset even from the plane. The moon could even be seen in the top left corner. We took this to be a good sign for the upcoming trip.As soon as we arrived, we had to play with the dogs. My dad has the kind of relationship with his dogs like we have with ours.
The weather may have been a little wet, but the temperature was a bit higher than it was in Anchorage. The trip also included a lot of fruit. Papayas from the yard or lilikoi mimosas, fruit was a major part!
We threw in a quick stop at End of the World for some cliff jumping.
What is a trip to Kona without Scandinavian shave ice? Ice cream, yes, azuki, no thanks.Standard Kua Bay Instagram picture? No problem:
More fruit please. Sure let’s just grab mangoes from the yard. Complete with post beach sunburn.
One day we headed to Kamuela on the way to Waipio. We needed roping and history lessons.Not enough beach time? Thinking that Alaska is chilly? Might as well get to Hapuna while it isn’t raining!The last day, Dad dropped us off at the airport and we had another killer sunset all the way home.
It started innocently enough. We skied to a cabin outside of town. We drove a couple of hours, strapped on our skis and backpacks, and followed the signs.We arrived at the cabin with the sun shining brightly.Inside, there was a fire still smoldering from the people that had left before we arrived. It gave us a very welcoming feeling.Dropping our packs, we headed back out.
There was even a wood fired sauna!Obligatory wood burning stove shot.Why wouldn’t we have smores?
We built a fire, made dinner, and had some wine. At some point, I went to put another log on the fire. I noticed this. Admittedly, I was a little tipsy and slightly confused. When I opened it, I found a ring. I put it on and did not disappear, so I was snapped back to reality. We were going to get married. The next day, we celebrated by playing outside some more.
We are not the type to waste time, so the following day, we submitted an application for marriage. A week or so later, we headed to the courthouse.It was after this adventure that we headed up to Hatcher Pass.
Skijoring with a dog is a sport in which a dog (or dogs) assist a cross-country skier. One to three dogs are commonly used. The cross-country skier provides power with skis and poles, and the dog adds additional power by running and pulling. The skier wears a skijoring harness, the dog wears a sled dog harness, and the two are connected by a length of rope. There are no reins or other signaling devices to control the dog; the dog must be motivated by its own desire to run, and respond to the owner’s voice for direction. – Wiki.