Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Lost Lake Cabin (Dale Clemens Cabin)

Ron, the dogs, and I spent our extended Veterans' Day weekend at the Lost Lake/Dale Clemens Cabin. The trailhead is about 5 miles north of my favorite-so-far Alaskan city, Seward. We got off to a late start on Friday, which was my fault. The weekend destination was a surprise to Ron, so he didn't realize how long it would take to get to wherever it was I was taking him. We arrived at the trailhead at about 5 o'clock. November in Alaska is unforgiving - it was getting dark quickly! We started our short hike (about 2.5 miles) up the mountain towards the cabin with enough light to see the snow-covered trail. But about halfway up we both donned our headlamps. And then the trail disappeared. Whoops. We just kept going up and up and somehow stumbled almost directly into the cabin! In case you're ever in the same predicament, look for this:

The weather was spectacular. We hiked up a ways to get a better view of Resurrection Bay and Seward. Check out the views!!

A post-hike nap:

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


Allow me to introduce you to Meese nos. 81 and 82. This photo was taken right around the corner from my house this morning as I was on my way to the voting booth. By the way, you can double click the photo to bring up a larger version.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

The eagle has landed...

How many people get to look out their office window to see a bald eagle perched on top of a tree? This guy is massive - when he flew away the few of us watching him stood there with our mouths open in awe. You wouldn't want to see this guy swooping down toward you!

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Halloween Hullabaloo

Last Tuesday Jen and I decided to host a Halloween party at my house on Friday. With only 4 days notice Wrigley started to panic over his costume selection. He went through a gypsy phase, but once he realized that he actually resembled an old lady without teeth, he opted for the ever-popular male ballerina in a tu-tu.

Honestly, Wrigs often stands like a ballerina with his two front paws, so when I saw the skirt while shopping for my costume I couldn't pass it up. Once I put the skirt on Wrigley he seemed a little concerned that he'd be ridiculed by the other dogs (see the furrowed brow?), i.e. Dakota. Dakota had a cool vampire costume and would NEVER wear a tu-tu.

But, as you can see, Wrigley finally became comfortable in his costume and even took a liking to his new skirt and put on a little dancing show by the end of the night.