When Joel and I were walking along that beach in Homer,
soaking up God’s creation, something unexpected caught my eye.
Joel was taking off his shoes, AND, he said that he was going to wade. He walked into
the ocean and I said, “We’ll, how is it?” “Not bad,” he replied. I said, “That’s what I told you yesterday and you wouldn’t get in.” “Well,” he replied, “I didn’t believe you yesterday. Now
hurry up and take my picture before it gets any colder.”
On our drive back to Nikiski, we made several stops to check out the sights.
We wound up at
this little river. We walked up to its edge, and as we stood there, something unexpected caught Joel’s eye. We weren’t able to get a very good picture, but the shadows that you see
are salmon swimming up stream. Wow, two miracles in the same day!
When I come to Nikiski I go to the
the North Star United Methodist Church, not because I’m Methodist (I’m actually pedestrian), but because that is where Mom attends. It’s a very welcoming group of folks, and I loved them the first time I showed up there.
Today was work day
at North Star, and Mom was in charge of the front flower beds. So…Joel and I volunteered to help. We showed up at nine and left around two…and stayed on our knees most of the time.
And, we weren’t the only ones on our knees.
Nora worked with us, and we had great conversations. Her dog,
Echo, watched over our efforts.
We planted pansies and
and did some watering.
The weather was wonderful, with highs in the low sixties. And THAT will bring a girl from the South to her knees…even if it’s not work day.
Yesterday morning early Joel and I left for Homer. We wanted to go to the Spit and see the panoramic view of the mountains. We went to Soldotna, for breakfast
at The Moose is Loose, before making the 75 mile drive to Homer.
It was foggy the whole way, and when we got to the Spit the fog had still not lifted.
We couldn’t see ‘Diddley squat’.
So, we went to a little place, not far from where the Spit begins,
and had breakfast AGAIN while we waited for the fog to lift. Come to find out, the owner is from Louisiana.
We drove around Homer…waiting for the fog to lift.
We went back and walked along the beach
a ways…waiting for the fog to lift.
people were camping along the beach,
and walking dogs.
We visited a few shops and drank tea and hot chocolate…waiting for the fog to lift. As a matter of fact, we waited about three hours before that fog lifted. But…
it was worth the wait.
Wednesday morning, we left the
Grouchy Old Woman B & B long enough to take a walk along the beach. There were several people
out there camping, and some
were out playing with their dogs.
I decided to take my shoes off
and do a little wading.
When Joel saw what I was doing, he asked if the water was cold. I said, “It’s not bad.” Convinced that it was bad, he decided not to not to follow suit. I said, “Why would you come all this way and not walk in the water?” Do you know what he said? He said, “Susan, that’s like saying why would you come all this way and not work in the mosquitos.”
Speaking of mosquitos,
Mom, AKA The Grouchy Old Woman, had informed me that the mosquitos were unusually bad this year. I didn’t tell Joel, but the minute he got out of the car Monday night, I didn’t have to tell him. We went to town and got some Deep Woods Off, and yesterday we started to work in Mom’s garden.
Joel ran the tiller
and I pulled weeds. And we had a fabulous time…mosquitos and all.
Yesterday was our first full day in Alaska after a FULL day of travel, so we didn’t do a lot. But, we did enjoy the difference in temperature and the difference in scenery.
We walked along Cook Inlet when the tide was out. We probably walked a mile, and I would like to share that with you.
We also discovered that Woodworth, Louisiana is not the only place
with a 25 mph speed limit.
While we were out and about,
not far from the Swanson River,
we passed this character.
Oh, and in case my friends from the South are wondering, it was 48 degrees when we opened our window to listen to the loons.
Nikki and the kids
took us to the airport. I sat in the very back of the van with
Denton and Hudson, who had already taken their seats before I opened the door to squeeze in. When the door slid open, the first thing I noticed was Denton’s shoes.
This is not the first time that something like this has happened. Nikki didn’t notice till we got out at the airport.
Most of our day
was spent up here.
On our flight from Houston to Anchorage,
the guy to my right watched cartoon movies. The guy to my left,
who happens to be my husband, watched
The Incredibles. I did not care for the movie selections, so…
I watched this. It kept me posted on our altitude and speed, but moved pretty slow. That’s why I had to resort to other ways of keeping myself entertained.
I looked at the guy to my right
and, bless his heart, I could relate.
When the nose of that little white plane
finally crossed the Alaska line, I can’t fully express the joy, joy, joy, joy
I felt down in my heart.
Tomorrow I slip the humid bonds of Louisiana to dangle my feet in the glacial waters of Alaska. I have stayed true to my announcement that I would start no new projects until I return from my adventure. I moved slowly and deliberately through my week, making sure that no loose ends were left untied, and, found joy in that journey.
Yesterday I mowed…a lot…
and I enjoyed every minute that I rolled over those fields. I watched birds and
dragon flies, and breathed in the fragrance of the freshly cut grass.
The smell of the bitterweed sent me back to my childhood, and suddenly I was six years old again, walking through the pasture with my daddy.
There was this one egret
that hung around a lot waiting for lunch to fly up out of the grass.
I wondered if those loons would be back at Daniels Lake. I thought about how different the air is in Alaska, and how it will be at least twenty degrees cooler…maybe thirty. But I didn’t linger there. I wanted to continue enjoying my day…drinking the air…with a smile on my face.