June 14, 2006
LETTER FROM ALASKA
It's been a while since I posted an update from my Uncle Pete, (yes, the one who was in the paper posing with a potato he grew that was shaped like a moose).
The last one pertained to a glacial slab of melting ice that was creeping down his roofline as the snow was melting.
He's been waiting for the major salmon runs of the year to begin. In the meantime, he's been sending back plenty of shots of wildlife and foliage.
The latest came yesterday:
Yesterday Morning, in front of our house, she let me know those were not her Good Earings, they were just Zircons, saving the real Diamonds for when she Dates~~~!!!Has not lost her winter coat. She evidently was tagged by the Fish & Game.
Just for fun. It's hard not to get a pix while they are grazing.
Every year Pete and his wife Cecile go back to their homestead, they have to replant the flowers that make their property look so spectacular.
Did I say planting?
That may have been a bit of an understatement.
Pete even plants some of his Florida hibiscus, which he lovingly cross-polinates to make new species.
Still, thoughts of "combat fishing" on the Kenai Peninsula are never far from his mind.
Neither are the thoughts of bear.
This one made the papers. It was killed not far from his homestead.
PREVIOUS LETTERS FROM ALASKA
Winter's coming. Time to head south.
The salmon don't stand a chance.
The Last Fuzzy Slipper Frontier.
There's a bar in them thar country.
Sunsets, salmon and civil ceremonies.
Volcanoes, churches and halibut.
A fantasy RV for The Last Frontier.
Heading north to the homestead.
Publicizing moose-shaped tubers.