LETTER FROM ALASKA
It's a sad time of year for my
Uncle Pete, (yes, the one who was in the paper posing with a potato he grew that was shaped like a moose).
The cold weather is now a daily part of life on Alaska's Kenai Peninsula. "Termination Dust" aka "snow," is not far off. It's time to close up the homestead and head back on the highway to Florida for the winter.
Pete writes:
Last day of "Fisheaven", hate to leave!!!!!!
Leaves turn golden, beautiful.
Sports Lake, will be frozen soon.
P
Pete sends along these photos of the last fishing trip of the year:
Fall - all 35 seconds of it - is now firmly ensconced in Alaska. It's a glorious time full of color and absolutely no tourists whatsoever.
In a couple months, the bark of trees like these will explode from the cold. When it gets really cold - to at least 20 below - the noise sounds like gunshots.
Fish on!
Looks like there'll be dinner tonight.
Some friends - two bald eagles nestled on the shoreline - are hoping for a snack.
PREVIOUS LETTERS FROM ALASKA
Space invaders.
A little snack on the porch.
The salmon don't stand a chance.
Fish tales. Big time.
The Last Fuzzy Slipper Frontier.
There's a bar in them thar country.
Flowers are a-bloomin'.
The fog rolls in.
Moose intruder.
On their way home.
Sunsets, salmon and civil ceremonies.
Volcanoes, churches and halibut.
Eagle tree, limb by limb.
A fantasy RV for The Last Frontier.
Heading north to the homestead.
Publicizing moose-shaped tubers.
Posted by Jeff at September 30, 2005 05:56 AM