Posts from the 'Susitna Writer’s Voice' category
Talkeetna blogger Bill Was writes about his attempts to adjust to a few aspects of summer in the Susitna Valley.
Today just happens to be yet another gorgeous late morning here in the Talkeetna area; the sun rides hot and high in the azure sky while gentle WSW breezes riffle the new leaves on trees and other plants. The temperature is already above 60°F on its way to the middle seventies; that’s perhaps fifteen degrees above normal but then that’s how the temps have been running. After a ‘winter’ – and I use the term very loosely – sleep the landscape has once again exploded into summer’s color and foliage. And with this seasonal shift came additional markers of the late spring in south-central Alaska; the mosquitoes are out in force, the village is once again awash in tourists and there is no longer a dark night sky.
A closer look at some of the inhabitants of area wetlands,
and some interesting relationships between them.
As winter changed into spring in the wetlands east of the house where I have been living just south of Willow, my excursions there with my two dogs grew more interesting. On the morning of April twenty-second, when I let the girls outside, I was surprised to find a pair of Lesser Sandhill Cranes standing at the edge of the forest in the large clearing just east of the house. They walked slowly through the long brown grass, exposed by the melted snow, unimpressed at being watched by two dogs, a human, and two cats. For the next few weeks I heard them calling out in the wetlands-sometimes flying, sometimes stationary. By mid-June they were apparently nesting, for they had grown quiet, not wanting to draw attention to their nest site. I’d occasionally hear them very late at night, calling from the same area. Cranes have been nesting in the wetlands for several years-perhaps decades before people moved into the area. I hope the wetlands remain their nesting territory for many more decades to come. (more…)
Archived programs of Susitna Writer’s Voice were aired on 88.9 FM the past three weeks.
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When Grete attended a recent Quaker Retreat, participants were asked to write about “Where I’m From…” as an introduction. From that, came this:
I am from a line of strong-willed women, who only have two names.
I am Grete, born to Sallie, who was born to Grete, who was born to Sallie.
I have a daughter who is Sallie, who has a daughter who is Grete.
We are six generations of women who land on our feet.
As I find myself just three months short of completing my third year in ‘The Last Frontier’ I cannot help but look back and marvel at all that has transpired across those thirty three months. Of course I knew there would be many trials and learnings when I set out from SE Michigan for Talkeetna but I also thought I’d pretty much planned for such challenges in the 18 months preceding the actual relocation. But, as is so often the case, I was surprised by the number and often the complexity of so many of the demands; in addition more than a few were totally unexpected.
With all the rain and ice making for a pretty dismal winter in Willow, I wanted to go see how spring was progressing in Hatcher Pass. I drove up April second, but not having four-wheel drive- when I got into slushy snow about a mile past the winter gate, I parked and switched to skis. My dogs-Lyra and Darby- were thrilled, but I soon found that the ice bridges across the creek had all collapsed and I couldn’t get out where I wanted to go. I had to pick my way along on top of the snow machine trail beside the road. That wasn’t much fun, and after about a mile and a half, I turned back. I decided to make the trip again later in the month.