I was feeling down so I had some popcorn and hot chocolate, put on my mud boots and went out between raindrops. I'm glad I did because the walk felt great and there's always interesting sights.
Sorry, Montana! Alaska's the original "big sky country". 6 pm. Daylight hours still.
Lawns are mowed. Trash is picked up. Roads are graded. There's some pride in village here.
This is an old school building that is not quite torn down but not yet part of nature. Kids stay away but I suspect that bats love it. It abuts the playground and the red building behind it are teacher apartments.
Mary and Tom let me take a photo of their set net haul. I asked if they caught coho and Mary said they just called them silvers. Salmon of course. But this photo is a bucket of whitefish. Tom said they scraped off the scales before bringing them up.
A field of fireweed that tells us that there is about 3 more weeks until winter.
I just made it home before the rain started up again. I saw a few kids out hauling trash. The 11 year old was driving the 4-wheeler holding onto a 2 year old. The 4-wheeler was pulling a flat bed trailer loaded with trash. A 12 year old was riding off the back hanging onto a trashcan and jumping off occasionally to pick up trash. It's a fun life for kids- they were laughing and having a great time those cousins hauling trash to the dump.
The school truck. It needs a bumper sticker that says, "my other truck is my boots".
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