Indulgence

Kalib will go home this evening. He loves to go to The Bell and have lemonade with nachos and a burrito.. So I'm indulging him. I am indulging me.

Sorry, readers  - Kalib and I are about to leave Taco Bell. I have tried no less than 10 times to post this with the picture and every time Squarespace app has deleted the picture. Of all my experience in computers and the Internet, none has been so frustrating as my experience with Squarespace.

Tabasco, mustard and wedding pictures delivered

At Abby's. Along with ordering breakfast, I finally delivered the pictures to her from the wedding of her and Andy's son Justin to Stephanie - way back in June. As I have stated many times, I am not a wedding photographer. Plus, the family of the bride had the final say on the matter and hired a real wedding photographer. Abby still wanted me to come and take pictures, so I did. Even though I had to hold back sometimes so as not to mess up the real wedding photographer, I am glad I did.

It was a exceptionally lively wedding, with the reception on the Mahoney ranch - and what a reception it was! Horses, dogs, kids running everywhere – swinging on ropes, exploring gigantic culvert pipes; there was moonshine and lots of happy, loving, joyous people who completely cut loose in a wild but perfectly peaceful and harmonious celebration. It would make a nice little essay for this blog, but I think it would take me at least a week to figure it out so I doubt I will ever post it.

I don't put mustard on my omelette by the way – but it just happened to be on the table when my iPhone found this picture without me even looking for it.

Kalib and Jobe drink lemonade at The Bell

When it comes to taking a lazy Saturday completely off from blogging, I fear I am not very disciplined. So here is a shot of Kalib and Jobe at the Bell. When Kalib comes to visit grandpa, he always likes to go to the Bell. It's the lemonade – lemonade is the reason he likes to go to Taco Bell. It was chaos.

Potluck to send off the whalers

Nuiqsut elder Amy Taalak, at left in turquoise dress, offers the blessing for the food at a community potluck to send village whaling crews off to Cross Island. Among the food is a bit of bowhead maktak saved from last year. What little is left won't last long. It is time to replenish.

Logbook: Wasilla to Nuiqsut - ultimate goal, Cross Island, Entry 2: Fast stop

I can't believe we made it to Anchorage in time to stop at Taco Bell before heading to the airport, but we did. No more fast food for at least weeks.