In curling, it’s the last end of the game or the “hammer rock in the tenth.” In hockey, we’re deep in the third period. Or for you American goofs, we’re in the fourth quarter or the bottom of the 9th inning. Get the picture? Time is running out, and every second, sweep, shot, interception, fumble, single, and strikeout matters. I guess every scat sample, broken part on the snowmachine, hole…
Oddly enough, I don’t quite know what to write about! I’m not going to start daily updates of my work up here, so I almost feel like I’ve reached a standstill on my usual topics. Historically – except for my last entry – my blog has been about my adventures. Most days here are adventures in some way, but nothing I can go into terrible detail about like I generally…
Most people who know me have heard the story of how I ended up with a custom degree in Nature Photojournalism. For those of you who don’t know, I’ll keep the explanation short. As I progressed with wildlife biology courses at the University of Alaska Fairbanks, it seemed that lectures dealt less with wildlife and more with statistics, reports, and desk work. [Insert big yawn here.] Did I really leave…
Ahh how familiar winter in Alberta feels to me. Dry air, dry snow, generally little wind, and southerly sunshine. It’s similar to winter in Fairbanks but with many more hours of daylight. Personally I’d prefer to have less daylight; the sun is too bright on my sensitive eyes! Our trip up here proved to go without incident, for the mostpart. We ended up with multiple nights of late drives for…
As training rolled along, it started to become clear who would be dog handlers or orienteers. Some dogs seemed to get stressed with having a different handler each day, so the bosses decided to try figuring out which people and dogs worked well together sooner rather than later. I think most of us entered the program in the hopes of being handlers, but we knew from the start that there…
And so, after all of that, I found myself entering a month of CK-9 training in Pack Forest in late October. By a month I mean 1.5 months, which of course means almost 2… or something like that. Not long after arriving for training, I learned that Washington contains a micro time zone – namely, Pack Forest Time. The CK-9 program doesn’t necessarily run on normal time; during training we…
Mike. After requesting and searching for hosts, Mike of Seattle’s Capitol Hill district offered me a spot on his couch while I killed time in the city. (and look at what a sweet couch it is!) Considering I make such sporadic travel plans and don’t like imposing on other people, Couchsurfing doesn’t necessarily seem like an obvious activity for me. As a surfer you may end up a little restricted…
After leaving Pack Forest, I had a couple of days to see some of Washington with my rental wheels. First stop? A cider mill! With it being autumn, I knew if I could find one, I absolutely needed to go. Alaska’s great, but there are no cider mills with hay rides, pumpkins, fresh cider, or fresh cider donuts. 🙁 Lattin’s Country Cider Mill fit the bill and cheered me up…
“I’m going on an adventure!” In Peter Jackson’s latest film, that’s what Bilbo shouts as he hastily leaves Hobbiton, paper flapping in hand and backpack barely packed. I know exactly where Bilbo was coming from with his last minute decision to leave home and take off to unknown trails. When I left Fairbanks in late September, there were 3 possibilities for my short-term future, as I saw it. Job with…
Even as I was contemplating the Edmonton-Vancouver train trip idea, I knew very little about Vancouver other than that it hosted the Winter Olympics a few years ago. Pictures of the surrounding area looked pretty, but I figured it would just be a city like any other. Boy, was I surprised to find how much I liked it! For starters, I arrived in the nick of time to find autumn’s…