a walk along the river w the Alta River fish patrol

on patrol along the Alta River


a quick rest

So nice to be outside!


hard at work

turnaround pt

The lovely Miss Cilla

off trail

art along the banks


It's tough to be a fish cop in Alta!



cinnamon steamers

one almost forgotten detail of my time as an undergraduate student, reminding me of the winter K spent in Fairbanks.

i wish i had been more profuse when it came to writing, but journaling has been placed on the back burner these past few years. posts appeared only as last-resort procrastination tactics, or now and then emerged during vacation time.

now that i have a year free, i hope to be more diligent. for my own sake, to remind me later of how lucky i am to be enjoying Alta, unburdened by financial or scholarly responsibilities, focusing on doing what makes me happy. I am still recieving an education, but one of my choosing. I am feeding an inherited addiction, setting myself up for the future, digging in deep.... and i love it. i have goals and purpose for the winter, fresh bread at my fingertips and cold milk in the fridge. much to be thankful for.


last days of summer

Studied knitting patterns and visited with old and new friends today. It's been hot, mid 20s, but the leaves on the birch trees are rapidly turning yellow, the fireweed has gone to seed and we are losing 10 minutes of daylight a day. In the evening, as soon as the thermometer drops to 16, we are out training. Running dogs is the best part of the day.