This tree was also in Klawock yesterday. The mountain in the far distance in the lower left of the photo is in fact the back side of Sunnahae mountain, which we can see from our house.
I spent part of the day putting the torsion bar and wheels back on the boat trailer, having gotten new hubs installed by Chet in town. You can see the shiny new hub in the picture.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km]
ㅁ Kiamon knelt down and looked at the ground, searching for signs but they weren't to be found. Standing again, she began to decide where in the world she'd look next, far and wide.
This tree (which tree? – some group of trees, perhaps?) saw an unprecedented traffic jam on Port Saint Nicholas Road. This was due to the landslides and a flagger being present to direct traffic through the sporadically-open single lane as many excavators and dumptrucks did their duties to clear debris.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing, 6hr]
ㅁ Yesterday it rained and rained and rained and rained more so hills sought the sea.
– a pseudo-haiku. Here is a picture taken by my neighbor Jeri, looking across the inlet from the top of 10-mile hill toward the major landslide at 4.3 mile on the road – you can see the brown gash in the mountain. All that dirt and rocks and trees came down and crossed the road. It just missed houses on either side of it.
The power coming on interrupted our wood-stove-cooked dinner. Not clear if it’s fully restored or temporary. No news on road closure. More later, with a tree picture if power stays on.
Multiple landslides on PSN, road to town is closed, possibly for days. Power is out. Arthur and I are fine but somewhat off the grid. I will only check email / text / fb messages sporadically, to save charge on phone. Blog may not see updates. But we are fine.
Posted from my phone.
ㅁ Frost on the gravel. The sun can't clear the mountain - so that's shade till spring.
This tree has a freshly be-snowed Harris Peak in the background.
We had our first frosty nights, the last two nights. I figured the growing season is therefore done, and I started ripping out the moldy vegetation. I found some vegetables – small potatoes, micro onions, bite-sized carrots, anemic leeks. I am thinking of trying to make an “Alaskan garden stew” with them.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km]
ㅁ Thursday I slipped on a rock, hurt my knee - the tidal scree where I'd walked by the dock.
ㅁ Sometimes my dreams are empty - full of ghosts - random, almost like carefree dark debris.
ㅁ Up on Sunnahae mountain, it had snowed. Lower, trees showed branches, thin, cold chagrin.
ㅁ I'm not sure about slowness. It just crawls. And the leaves fall, such distress: things progress.
ㅁ The wind harassed the sea, and the waves were like her slaves; destiny set them free.
ㅁ My dreams craft an unreal space, arranging many somethings in some place: doubt's embrace.
ㅁ The ravens hung in the trees: sociable; and likeable, and free. You'd agree.