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| Homeschooling today. This evening's project to get these silver salmon out of the smoker and then can them up. |
An online journal of sorts, keeping track of our lives as we homeschool this winter and travel about. Meant for family and friends
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
September 18th
Monday, September 17, 2012
Bear cave, by Owen
Bear Cave
Cozy Warm Bedded
Housing Hiding Protecting
Blowing Blizzarding Bears still safe in cozy den
Tossing Turning Sleeping Groaning
Furry Fluffy Fatty
Black Bear
Cozy Warm Bedded
Housing Hiding Protecting
Blowing Blizzarding Bears still safe in cozy den
Tossing Turning Sleeping Groaning
Furry Fluffy Fatty
Black Bear
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Checking out a bear den
We went a spent a sunny, yet slightly chilly fall day with our friend Mark Vail out near his cabin. We went to help him with some of his harvesting chores, digging potatoes, pulling garden beds of spent lettuce, and helping eat brocali shoots and cabbage leaves. But before we got to the garden we took a long round about walk through the neighborhood, checking out the wildlife wonders along the way: like the healthy Aspen tree that grew with hole in it; or the canal that the beavers dug from one pond, to what they hoped would be another pond; or trees were the bears had rubbed up against and left strands of fur behind; and even feeding grey jays out of our hands! But the highlight was being able to check out a black bear

den that was used a few winters ago (apparently he/ she was Marks closest neighbor......) The den was under the root ball of a tipped over spruce tree. The tree was at about a 45 degree angle, and the roots were still it the ground, but creating an arch that the bear finished digging out to create a nice hidy hole. The den was lined with spruce needles,

that were gathered from a tree about 15 feet away and drug over to the den. Mark described how in the spring he could see the tell tale trail of needles from tree to the den on top of the bushes, which showed that the bear denned up after the snows had come. The den went in about 6 feet from the entrance and down maybe a couple of feet. I poked my head in with a headlamp to get a good look, but Owen went all the way in! He declared it a cozy space, a nice bear size depression to curl up in. We tried imaging what it would be like to stay in

there for 6 months. We wondered how often a bear changes its body position during the winter, or how dry it really stayed in the den. We wondered how many bears have their dens collapse on them, and how they probably get smarter about how and where they build their dens as they get older. The entry hole seemed small for a bear, but was no problem for an Owen!

And no he didn't get to feed a black bear from his hand, but he got to feed the grey jays!
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den that was used a few winters ago (apparently he/ she was Marks closest neighbor......) The den was under the root ball of a tipped over spruce tree. The tree was at about a 45 degree angle, and the roots were still it the ground, but creating an arch that the bear finished digging out to create a nice hidy hole. The den was lined with spruce needles,

that were gathered from a tree about 15 feet away and drug over to the den. Mark described how in the spring he could see the tell tale trail of needles from tree to the den on top of the bushes, which showed that the bear denned up after the snows had come. The den went in about 6 feet from the entrance and down maybe a couple of feet. I poked my head in with a headlamp to get a good look, but Owen went all the way in! He declared it a cozy space, a nice bear size depression to curl up in. We tried imaging what it would be like to stay in

there for 6 months. We wondered how often a bear changes its body position during the winter, or how dry it really stayed in the den. We wondered how many bears have their dens collapse on them, and how they probably get smarter about how and where they build their dens as they get older. The entry hole seemed small for a bear, but was no problem for an Owen!

And no he didn't get to feed a black bear from his hand, but he got to feed the grey jays!
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Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Yard Work 9/3/12
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Field Trip
River Trip McCarthy to Chitina






An Owen entry: August 28, 2012:
Day 3 on the raft trip
Chitina River
8:40 PM
Dad and Parker are coming down from a day of hunting sheep. They didn't catch anything, but they might go up again tomorrow. I went swimming today in the pond. Tomorrow,if it is a layover day I will go fishing. Yesterday we got to the camp about noon. It had been pouring rain all day. At our first camp called "Freaky Dog Camp" we sited in dad's gun. The dogs went beserk with fright. That is how the camp got its name.
August 30th,
Day 6 of raft trip
6:30 PM
We didn't go back up the mountain instead we wen to a creek, where I snagged a salmon but it broke the line.
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| The river trip gang minus Elizabeth. |
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| Elizabeth and her nervous husky. Dori came a long ways towards being comfortable with travel on a raft. |
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| Rose hips |
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| Judging by the signs we figure this is a wolf den. |
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| Dori |

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| Avery commandeering the oars. |

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| Strange,spongy,riverside silt |

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| Camp day |
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| Getting gear from raft. Owen-you are missing your life jacket. |
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| Take me to Chitina O. |



An Owen entry: August 28, 2012:
Day 3 on the raft trip
Chitina River
8:40 PM
Dad and Parker are coming down from a day of hunting sheep. They didn't catch anything, but they might go up again tomorrow. I went swimming today in the pond. Tomorrow,if it is a layover day I will go fishing. Yesterday we got to the camp about noon. It had been pouring rain all day. At our first camp called "Freaky Dog Camp" we sited in dad's gun. The dogs went beserk with fright. That is how the camp got its name.
August 30th,
Day 6 of raft trip
6:30 PM
We didn't go back up the mountain instead we wen to a creek, where I snagged a salmon but it broke the line.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Pilot Point, Camp Kissa Fishie
In mid
July all the gang ended up in Pilot Point, on the Ugashik River, to
join Howard who was working the set net fishery at the Bursch Family
fish camp.
An amazing place of water and sky, currents and tides, fish and
friends. It was great for me to get to see, feel and taste what is was
all about, and watch my kids getting fishy:)
| Owen waiting in the mud for Dad's skiff and crew to come fetch him |
First Day of Home School!!! Aug 22, 2012
| School principal |
| Teacher Assistant |
| Cooking Jiffy Pop and eggs for Family Consumer Science |
| Instructor |
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