Charlie Dog

Charlie... Riga's partner in crime, squirrel hunting enthusiast, moose chaser extraordinaire and top ranked food connoisseur of k9 cuisines. Riga has had her day in the spot light now it's Charlies turn. We got him about four years ago from the Fairbanks shelter. If we had the motivation a great book could be written about all of his near catastrophic adventures. I'm sure you are probably thinking right know, "all dogs have adventures, what's so special about Charlie?" Let me tell you. Every six months he seems to get into some form of trouble that we could not have imagined in our wildest dreams. It started out simple like getting too interested in porcupines and having his face loaded with quills (along with Riga who got the majority of them). Fortunately Becky was around to have them pulled out. With his strong affection towards large ungulates he's been kicked by both a moose and horse. A few summers back he and Riga feel into a stream with swift current and step banks that they could not climb. Becky once again had to same their asses. Last winter while we were skiing along the frozen Chatinika River Charlie pounced like he was going to land on a small snow borrowing rodent only to punch through the snow and ice and land three feet down in the flowing river. He came very close to being swept under before having his human chaperons pull him out. While we were saving Charlie, Riga came over to see what all the excitement was about and fell through the ice herself giving us two dogs to rescue. Two winters back Becky was walking the dogs on one of the ski trails in Fairbanks when she noticed Charlie missing. She called and backtracked but he would not come. She finally noticed him whining off in the woods. When she found him he was caught in a snare left by a trapper. Once again... Becky to the rescue. Last winter while wrestling with Riga his paw got caught sideways in the carabiner on his collar. Try as we did, Becky and I could not get his foot out so we drove to the local fire department to have them cut the carabiner off with their gigantic bolt cutters. I felt like the classic "my cat is stuck in a tree" person. About six months ago Charlie and Riga were wrestling outside as they normally do. Some how Charlie's lower jaw got caught under Riga's collar, Riga twisted locking Charlie's jaw tight and cutting off her airway. Neither of the dogs knew what had happened but where very freaked out. Becky, once again, saved the day by calling out to the neighbors for help and getting them untangled. It scared both the dogs so much they avoided each other for a few days after. I'm leaving out some of their adventures but this should give you some idea of the type of adventures these dogs (especially Charlie) get into every so often. Never a dull moment.

Yukon Quest Sled Dog Race

The 1,000 mile world famous Yukon Quest Sled Dog Race started in Fairbanks this weekend. What an event to watch! If you ever want to see an enthusiastic dog, watch the start of a sled dog race. I was taking photos of most the mushers as they were leaving the start this year. By chance I happened to catch this shot of Lance Mackey (he is the Michael Jordon/ Lance Armstrong of the mushing world). Last year he won the Quest and the Iditarod back to back. That was a feat no one thought possible until Lance and his amazing team of All-Star dogs came along. Let's keep a close watch to see if he breaks any new records this year. Many of you are probably saying, "Damn, I forgot that started this weekend. How do I keep up with the race results?" I'm glad you asked. Visit http://www.yukonquest.com/ for all the important answers I'm not going to give you here.

The Sun is Coming

It is safe to say... the sun is coming back! February often brings interior Alaska a mixed bag of tricks. On the one hand the sun starts rapidly reappearing giving the visual impression that spring is on the way with a gain of over 6 minutes of light a day. On the other hand temperatures often start dipping to record lows. All week we've been waking up to the radio reporting, "..curent temperature -44F at the Fairbanks airport with the highs today reaching between -25F and -20F. No change in sight until the weekend." Sure it's cold being 76 degrees below freezing but it is a dry cold and you tend to get use to it after a bit (or is that the numbness from the cold setting in?). On the plus side, the combination of the sun coming back and the cold temperatures brings an amazing quality of sunrises and sets. This photo was taken at 9 am from the university over looking Fairbanks south toward the Alaska Range. On warmer, clear days you would see the community of Fairbanks just under the blanket of ice fog enshrouding the trees. On cold days like this there's often a temperature inversion where the cold air settles in low areas trapping smog, fog and pollution particalls. It can be as much as 15 degrees warmer on a ridge or hill top and sunny. I'm heading for the hills today. Stay warm.

Warm Subarctic Nights

Winter, and particularly winter in the northern regions, has a reputation of being dark, dreary and bone chilling cold. Sure.... at times.. But the beauty that comes with it is worth its weight in gold. Without the dark we would not have the opportunity to see the Milky Way, Aurora Borialis, and incredible moon lit landscapes. It's the lemonade from the lemon, and so sweet it is when we take time to drink it in. Lately the temperatures in Fairbanks have been between 0F and 20F. That feels like the tropics after the -40F temps we had last week. In general, this winter has been warmer than normal with less precipitation. Up until last week we only had about 7 inches of snow on the ground. That all changed two days ago with a Fairbanks record breaking 10 inch snow fall over night. No one was expecting it, not even the forecasters. It's good to be wrong sometimes.

-30 F

The darkness of arctic winters started descending on us in Fairbanks a few months ago but the cold never really hit as expected. Sure, up till now we've had temperatures hovering around zero Fahrenheit but that's considered comfortable this time of year. Yesterday was the end of the balmy weather as the temperature started to drop deep into the negatives. This morning we woke to -32 degrees Fahrenheit on the thermometer outside our window. Now this is what arctic winters are all about! While this may sound bad, -32 is still 20 degrees warmer than the record lows we have been here for (-52 F) a few years back. Think about that for a moment...... -52 F means things could warm up seventy-nine degrees and still be below freezing! While we are finally getting the cold that is expected for this time of year, we are also witnessing the rapid return of day light. Our shortest day gives us about 3 1/2 hours of sun above the horizon on winter solstice (Dec. 21). We are passed that marker so every day will be brighter than the previous for the next six months. Today the sun was above the horizon just shy of 5 hours with a gain of close to 6 minutes a day. Damn that feels good, it's coming back fast.

Geadakee Lake Backpack

The second trip of the summer was a backpack trip with two mid-twenty year old guys from New York City. They were definitely city boys missing the city but loving the solitude at the same time. This trip centered around Geatakee Lake at the head waters of the Alatna River, in Gates of the Arctic National Park about 350 west of the Hulahula river. Backpack trips in the Arctic with no trails are never a walk in the park because of all the tussocks and miscellaneous tundra obstacles but certainly a great way to get in touch with the land. Since we were dropped off and picked up at the same lake by a float plane we had the luxury of moving at what ever pace satisfied our urge for exploration and motivation. These guys were happy alternating moving days with rest days which gave us three different camps for two nights each. A very relaxed pace. The scenery was breath taking. One moose and a white wolf were spotted along with ample evidence of caribou but no sightings. Mosquitos.... Wow! say no more. Alaska has a reputation for horrendously large populations of nagging mosquitoes which is mostly undeserved. Roughly ten to eleven months of the year they are not noticeable, but.... mid-July in the arctic will drive the most stable person to the loony bin with mosquitoes. Not to get to personal, but it is even hard to pee without getting bit on the knotty bits. If you see someone scratching their crotch in mid-July in the Arctic don't assume the worst, assume they've just releived themselves. The lesson here folks is to visit the Arctic in June or August when you won't notice large swarms of insects.

The Hulahula River revisited

Lets bounce around a little bit in time and reminisce a bit about this past summer. I had the good fortune to spend much of the summer running guided wilderness trips in Arctic Alaska... in different parts of the Brooks Range. The most memorable was the paddle raft trip down the Hulahula River running through the heart of the disputed 1002 area in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. That would be the dispute over wilderness protection vs. oil drilling. The trip included both great scenery and very pleasant clients. Folks on this trip came from a wide variety of back grounds from a high school chemistry teacher to an aerospace mechanical engineer that developed propulsion systems for NASA. For get to the put-in we flew a relatively large plane, a Caravan which seats about twelve folks and small amounts of cargo, from Fairbanks to the small native community of Arctic Village. There we unloaded all the gear onto a small gravel runway by the Chandalar River to wait for Dirk from Coyote Air to pick us up in his Beaver. Dirk's plane in comparison to the first can hold as many as five folks, a raft, and some gear.

From start to finish the weather was exceptional and the mosquito population was almost absent. Dirk made it to Arctic Village around 3pm and started running shuttles over the Brooks range to our put in just north of the continental divide. Our whole group was at the river by dinner. That night was spend at the landing stripe organizing gear and soaking in the solitude. That first night Jim Stoltz was strolling up the river brushing his teeth while getting ready for bed. He was about 200 yards away looking at the movement in the water when we notices a grey wolf on the other side of the river hidden in the bushes checking him out. This went on for about five minutes before the wolf spooked and took off. Jim had no idea the wolf was there until we told him. Jim appreciated the wolf's presence non-the-less. The rest of the trip provided a host of other adventures along the same vein including the very same thing happening to Jim a second time later in the trip.

Cabin Living

As most of you know, Becky and I bought a nice little cabin on 2.5 acres in Fairbanks, Alaska last April. We've been through the seasons in it now and are getting it nicely broken in to our liking. Summer was great with gardening, removing brush for a future chicken coop, watching the birds and basking in the 11:30 pm sunsets. Winter is setting in now with about 6 inches of snow on the ground. The temperatures are in the 20 F range and the days are getting shorter. It feels good to be getting back into the winter months with lots of skiing and playing in the snow ahead.

Riga

Introducing Riga! This little girl has energy and loves to use it. Out of all the photos taken of her there is not a single one where she has all four feet on the ground. Running is her main occupation. Sometimes it's to chase a squirrel, other times she is just chasing her nose. Her zodiac sign is Aries. Her favorite season is winter, she likes long strolls in the woods, licking people, laying in mud puddles, scratches behind her ears and cuddling in laps. If you manage to get a photo of her outdoors with all four feet on the ground simultaneously please email it to me.

The Axe Goddess

Never a dull moment around these neck of the woods. Last weekend Becky entered a few of the categories at the Farthest North Forest Sports competition hosted by UAF's Natural Resource Management Department. A few years back she awed the crowd by taking first place in the axe throw with three consecutive bulls eyes. She held her own this year as well but was not able to hold on to the victor's cup this go around. For those of you that had money placed on her this year, don't worry, she is already back to her training regiment sharpening the axe and throwing... focus and throw... sharpen and throw.

Kasugi Ridge

With the summer slipping away from us Becky and I teamed up with our neighbors Eamon and Anja for a weekend backpack trip in the Alaska Range along Kusugi Ridge a few weeks back. It was raining when we started the hike giving the impression it might not let up, but since we drove five hours to the trail head and were really itching for a stretch of the legs we put on the packs, unleashed the dogs (four of the rascally little guys) and headed up the trail. What a spectacular trail. With Autumn in full swing the trees were a nice palate of colors and by the time we reached tree line the blueberries were in full abundance. For all you lower 48ers, not all the berry bushes around here are big which just means you have to get a little closer to the ground for a good harvest like Becky is doing in the photo. Notice her bounty in her left hand. As we got closer to the ridge line the clouds started breaking up and by the evening we had grand views of the valley below, even a little glimpse of Denali off in the distance at times.

Hulahula River

You can never have too much fun exploring new places. This blog will be a new place for me to post current good times as they progress. This photo is overlooking the Hulahula River running out of the Brooks Range and across the coastal plane of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge from a trip I worked this past June. Contrary to what some politicians may want folks to believe, this land is full of life and well worth preserving as a wilderness fully intact and without oil development.