Quick Walk In Abercrombie

This Saturday Stuey is off to college in Maine and today I am off on a hunting trip. So today's walk in the park is the last walk with Stuey for a couple of months. It basically means summer is over, and the fall routine begins. I generally like fall and winter more than summer but the transition also makes me sad. Stuey is off to college and no home but me and the dogs.

Patrick

the lone salmonberry in Abercrombie

 

Fall is in the Air

 

The last few days on hikes I noticed that the landscape is starting to turn brown and the berries red. It's still very much green and the fireweed is in full bloom, BUT the Pushkin is dying off and the green is that raggy yellow that precedes fall colors. 

Stuey and I went on a few afternoon hikes, and even an unsuccessful afternoon deer hunting trip. Despite going to a great area we only saw 5 does - but it was the wrong time of day and the weather was not great. We also took the dogs up to the seismic pond a few times. I am quite positive that that is the doggies favorite hike if only because they get to chase sticks into the pond.

Patrick

Into the clouds on Sharatin

 

On Friday I was just back from Karluk Lake and super tired. I had the day from work, and it was sunny. But all I wanted to do was take a nap.  Stuey had to cajole me into going on a hike up Sharatin. I'll admit the sunshine helped. How can one take a nap when it is sunny out?

I was glad I went! It was a beautiful hike and the mountain top was partially shrouded in weather clouds. They were like thunderheads. The dogs were super happy to get the extended walk too.

At the top we Facetimed with Nora, and then we hiked on back down. The clouds came in and by the time we got back to town it was misty with a light rain. But we had made the most of our weather window!

Patrick

Fogged Out

 

Over the weekend Stuey and I went hunting on Afognak with our friend Ryan. Right off the bat at dawn on the first day we found a herd of bucks and Stuey wanted to shoot the first one we saw. And we probably should have done so. But the buck was not very big and was at a bad shooting angle at the bottom of a steep slope. The next guys were not very big either. With so many deer around I wanted to get something big.

And then just as we were off after some big boys the fog came in and covered up everything below in a mantle of white. Only the very tops of the mountains stuck up above the clouds. And that was that - you can't hunt when you can't see the deer. And so we waited and waited, and took naps and hoped the fog would burn off. 

The fog did not burn off until late in the afternoon. And by then it was very hot and all the deer had bedded down for the day. We looked and looked and just saw one doe. And then the next day we had more fog and the wind was blowing in the wrong direction. Despite getting up at dawn again we only saw one doe.  Lesson learned - 'a buck in hand is worth a big one in the bush'. I actually should have learned this last year!

But the trip was not a bust. We got to camp and hike in some beautiful country. We did some exploring where I have never hiked before. If we had harvested the first deer we saw I would never have had the glorious nap in the sunshine, nor would we have done so much hiking.

Patrick

Nap time waiting for the fog to burn off

Nap back at the beach - waiting for the ride home

House on the water

 

This is the last Maine vacation blog post and it is all about the house where Stuey and I stayed. It is my grandmother's old house - granny 'Thurby' - and began life as a warehouse on the water. You can still see the old rock dock piling in the intertidal zone in front of the house. I've actually thought that maybe we should resurrect this old dock - it certainly would make it easier to launch the paddleboards and kayaks that we currently drop over the porch railing at high tide.

In any case, it is a huge old house with many bedrooms. And it still looks very much like it did when my grandmother lived in it. It still has all the old posters, art, photos, and maps on the wall. Many of them sun faded from more than 60 years of UV damage.

This year as sort of a documentation project I went around the house taking pictures of all the old rooms. Looking back at the photos I just realized that I captured what many of the old rooms look like but that I completely failed to document the hallways and stairs. The stairs have maps on the walls that show sequentially the entire coast of Maine and into the Bay of Fundy.

Patrick

The house on far left back in the day when it was a warehouse

Levitating

More Lobsters and Another Shell Midden

 

When I picked up lobsters at the bait barge for my roommates, I talked to the lobsterman and they agreed to keep and hold some large crabs for me. We agreed that I'd drop by again in a few days and they would have the crabs. Amazingly enough in Maine it is incredibly difficult to purchase live crabs. Anyway, I showed up a few days later and none of the lobstermen had kept any crabs for me. So instead of crabs I grabbed some hard shells for Stuey, my mom and I. Stuey got 2 big lobsters just for himself. With my roommates we had purchased soft shell and it is amazing how different they are from Hard shells. Soft shells taste sweeter but Hard shells have much more meat and the body and legs are meaty enough to be worth eating.

On a gloomy afternoon Stuey and I went exploring up Perry's Creek by kayak. I had flashbacks to my archaeological surveys on Kodiak by kayak. And I even found a shell midden - Just like when I was back in Uyak Bay this past May (click here for post). I took pictures and recorded what I saw and will try and report them to an archaeologist in Maine. But I don't know the archaeological scene in Maine so it might be difficult to find anyone interested in I found.

Patrick

Kayak trip to the very head of Perrys Creek

Eroding shell midden

A couple of flakes I saw on surface