On the drive into the Valley today we stopped for a few minutes at the dock immediately adjacent to the ferry terminal in Auke Bay.
A long metal bridge leads down to the dock, and more often than not hard working small-business fishing boats can be seen here, all of them containing rust and peeling paint, pots and ropes and lines and cages and handfuls of weathered men.
These are not boats for the tourists.
Not boats for excited and loudly chattering and well dressed visitors to our city, who each pay $50 a ticket to board so that they can seek out enthusiastic opportunities to witness and photograph one of our many local whales up close.
Not pleasure boats for locals wearing X-tra Tufs and Mountain Hardware fleece sweaters and name brand sunglasses.
These boats belong to those who must be out on the water regardless of the weather.
These boats are how they make their living, how they feed their families, how they pay their mortgages.
Their livelihoods depend on success on the water.
I have seen hundreds of these boats over the past 13 months and have photographed scores of them.
They speak to me in that rustic, strong, compelling, uncomplicated and straight forward way that hard working men and hard working vessels always do............
My Mountain Boy - the love of my life - and I can't believe that such a cynical woman would dare to write such drivel - but I know it to be true so there it is..........and my Point Dog Jamie stayed up in the parking lot casually wandering, and allowed me to walk alone down the long metal ramp and down to the end of the boat dock.
Am I the only one who lives in Juneau who always seems to feel compelled to walk to the end? Of the road.......of the trail..........of the dock.........of the story?
Even though the wind was calm by the Unabomber Cabin because it is buried deep into a hollow and deep among the pine trees (Christmas trees) the wind was not so calm standing at the end of the dock.
It was very cold and very windy out in the open but I stood there for a long time looking out over the channel.
I felt the water. Felt the mountains. Felt the rocks. Felt the clouds and the fog and the cold. Felt the millions upon millions of pine trees. Felt the hills and the mountains. Felt the snow and the slush and the ice. Felt the wind that was trying with all of its might to break me and force me to leave before I was ready.............
I heard him before I saw him.
And then there were two of them.
Eagles - obviously mates - dancing in the wind and with each other.
They were everywhere overhead - obviously bonded to each other, communicating with each other even when they were quiet.
I followed them with my camera trying to capture a picture of the pair but quickly realizing that it was useless to try.
And so I gave up on the effort and simply watched them.
Dancing in the wind.
Watching them communicate silently with each other, watching them fight to stay close to each other when the strong winds tried to separate them.
And then they were gone..........
We had planned to go for breakfast at one restaurant and at the last minute decided on the all-you-can-eat buffet at MiCasa instead.
I like to eat. But truthfully have never cared very much what the food was.
I have eaten cereal for 5 months straight in the past.
I like cereal.
I never can eat $18 worth of food, and have a difficult time eating a lot of calories when I am not in training mode.
But LC likes food, and I think he suggested it because the buffet contains a lot of fresh fruit and vegetables and he knows I like crunchy food.
I haven't eaten enough fruit and vegetables in a long time............
We, as we always do, snuck (sneeked?) food out of the restaurant in napkins for our dog.
Four strips of bacon along with pieces of roast beef.
It all greatly pleased my dog and by extension pleased me, and then we drove away from the Valley, pulling into the small parking lot of Auke Lake Trail.
Auke Lake is such a very beautiful place.
I drive by it twice a day every day on the way to work, and over all of these months have always remembered to look out over the lake as I drive by, inevitably in a hurry.
The briefest of momentary reprieves while driving by inevitably in a hurry..............
The three of us walked the trail for only a while, until I asked for us turn around and head back...........
I have taken thousands of pictures of trails and bridges and trees and water.
Sometimes I wonder if they are all beginning to look the same on this blog.
They don't to me.
It was snowing this morning but was already beginning to melt by the time we travelled into the Valley.
We both thought that the snow was done for the day but right now, as I write this, it is snowing heavily and after checking the weather forecast see that snow and cold will be the running weather themes for the coming week.........
People Of The Lie
Liars await around every corner
Coming in all shapes and sizes
Dodging what truth demands
Rather than give in to reality
they cling to ego’s shadows
hiding under layer upon layer of lies
Though they pray for light
Only darkness comes
The liar jeopardizes our integrity
befalls our character
sucks out our dignity
rubs away our goodness, and
ultimately robs us of who we are
There is hope
You can fight back
against the people of the lie
Not by changing them, but
by honoring the truth inside yourself
M. Scott Peck, M.D.
Auke Lake is surrounded by mountains and tall and very old pine trees.
Unlike the dock close to the ferry terminal, this place was a silent and still place today.
LC is talking a lot right now.
His crazy, burdened, creative, angry, loving mind working in overdrive, as mine has been doing for a seemingly long time.
When he is like that he talks a lot. When I am like that I talk little.
Respective and individual and personal reactions to situations without seeming solutions.
There will be solutions eventually of course.
There always are.
Respective and individual and personal reactions but just like the eagles this morning we are both dancing together wordlessly in the wind............
The snow covered but barely frozen Auke Lake..........
Auke Lake Trail is an out-and-back open gravel trail.
I found out that it was an out-and-back early last year when, after reaching the end decided (of course on the spur of the moment) that I would circle back to my car by walking the roads.
It is in the nature of adventure racers to really hate to retrace territory they have already covered.......
It turned out to be a much longer walk than I had anticipated, and by the time I walked the side road from the end of the trail, walked all the way down the Back Loop Road and then along Glacier Highway back to my car I had added at least another hour's walk to my excursion.
Such is the nature of unexpected adventures............