Monday, August 23, 2010

Oh What Do We Do In The Summer Time... (In Unalakleet Alaska)...

Where the heck are all the fish?

Brent absolutely loves it here!

Fishing with friends is a great thing to do in the summer time!

The North River Bridge

Getting a boat is a good thing to do in the summertime!  I want to call it The Pirate Ship Revenge, TJ wants to call it the King Killer (does that work if we didn't get a king salmon this year?... I guess we didn't kill any pirates either...)  We mostly just call it boat, this particular dispute has yet to be settled.
Captain Brent
Riding a boat on the Unalakleet River is fun to do in the summer time...
Wearing coats and winter hats in July is a good thing to do in the summer time... (what?)

Catching fish is a good thing to do in the summer time!
 Catching fish with friends is another good thing to do during the summertime.
Catching salmon is even better to do during the summer time.  (Because we actually eat the salmon!)
View of Unalakleet from the river.
Aww... catching fish with Daddy!



Taking a nap is a good thing to do in the summer time!

Spending time with your Dad is a GREAT way to spend the summer time...

It's good to be Faith in the summer time... (eventually I will post more of our summer time pictures... maybe that's a good thing to do in the winter time. :)

Sunday, August 15, 2010

What a dead bear taught me about true love....

About 1:30 in the morning on June 14 Brent shot his very 1st bear. 
He then had to drag it over hills and valleys to get it to the truck.  (Those are not red gloves he's wearing)... (And those are not snowflakes, they're flash lit mosquito's)

He comes into my room at about 3:30 in the morning and tells me he got a bear... then he disappears. 
Finally I got dressed and I went out to look for him, when he said he got a bear he meant he just barely got it!  It was almost 4:00 A.M., he had to be to work at 8:00 and he hadn't even skinned it yet. 

At first, I did everything I possibly could to help without getting dirty.
The thing that stunk was that I really don't like to touch raw meat, and I was really tired.  But I knew that Brent had less sleep than me, and he had to be to work at 8:00.

So what else could I do but get a knife and help him skin it?  Brent wanted to make a bear skin rug out of it. (ghastly I know but it's a big deal to him) at 7:55 we finally finished skinning it.  He put down his knife and said,
"You clean this up I'm going to go get into the shower and go to work."

When it got turned right side out is when I started to cry... poor bear (it looks a lot sadder when it's fur is on the outside.)

As horrifying as the whole experience was for me, I don't know if I've ever loved my husband more than when I was standing there in the pre-dawn, back aching, covered in yuckiness, working hard with him to try and make his "Alaska Dream" come true in time, so that he could get off to work.  I guess there's something to be said about the whole showing your love through service thing. 

I'm not thrilled about the bear skin rug that will probably be hanging in our bedroom soon.  But I sure do love my husband, and I imagine that's enough to help me deal with anything else.