Pronounced beaut, as in beautiful.
Pronounced beaut, as in beautiful.
This was taken on the drive from work to the cabin in the woods.
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The new job started. And the night before my first day, I drove the hour from Anchorage to Palmer. Being sure to stop at the bulk warehouse for provisions.
The cabin in the woods is perfect. It’s secluded and beautiful. There are two goats and one old sheep dog. And actually four cabins. The main cabin, the writer’s cabin, the gear cabin, and the loner cabin that is high above. Oh, and the outhouse.
And there are friends staying here too. BH is cabin sitting until October and dating a friend of mine who lives in Anchorage. I first met BH months ago when he moved up here to do environmental work. BH is awesome.
Then there is RP who arrived at the cabins the week before me. He previously had been studying kung fu in Minneapolis and baking artisan bread in Vermont before that. And I can vouch for the bread. It’s amazing.
I am here until I find something more permanent. Not a bad transition.
Why Alaska? It’s the most common question I’ve heard this past year. And while I try not to repeat myself too much, mountains usually figure somewhere in my answer. And this past Saturday was a great time in the mountains. … Continue reading
My body is horribly sensitive to suggestion. So much so that when someone told me they got into work at 4am on Tuesday, I woke up at 4am the next day. And then the next. And the next.
Usually I think of this as a curse. This morning, however, I put being awake at 4am to good use. Topo and I went to the coastal trail and slid down the dirt path onto the small sandy beach. I took pictures (only this one came out). Topo sniffed around for food and got really muddy in the mud flats. The sun stayed below the mountains but just barely.
It was a beautiful morning to be awake at 4am.
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Cape Town, if you didn’t know it, means penguins, Cape Point, and beautiful sunsets. Sunday was a day to enjoy all three.
I left Malealea early on Monday, leaving my friend behind with his own plans to sleep in and then continue on to Swaziland. It’s bittersweet to spend such a short amount of time in such a grand landscape and I … Continue reading
Lesotho is 90% Christian and so even though Malealea is a small community, it still manages to have three churches plus a mission project. We followed some local girls to what we thought was the Roman Catholic church but ended up at a graduation for Bible School students.
The message very mission oriented complete with an interpreter and the singing was everything you’d expect from an African service. So we stayed for the music but that was cut short by lunch which gave way to a local soccer match (with more singing). Complete with Puma uniforms.
This night, my last, was also my favorite. We went a bit out of the village to the top of a hill as the sunset and then took some photos of the stars.
On the next day, we headed back down into the valley and followed the river downstream. The locals who had pointed us toward the waterfalls before were now confused why we would be heading the other way. The walk was … Continue reading
Our first day’s hike took us down into the valley, upstream along the river and finally to some waterfalls, we then headed up to return on higher ground. The day was hot and dry. I wrapped my kikoy around me … Continue reading