How many words are one thousand pictures worth?

The past couple of weeks have been chaotic. Since a picture is worth a thousand words, I pose the question what is the worth of a thousand pictures? (we have taken around a thousand pictures) - here is the (slightly) condensed version.

First day of School:

Does the playground at your school have sandhill cranes walking around?

Berries in the backyard:



Berries on the mountain:



Berry picking day:

There is more than one way to fill the freezer. 27 more days to try to get a moose too.

The reason for the Utah trip (congrats to the happy couple):

The most sun we've seen in months:


Who wants to nominate me for father of the year, and who wants to call DCFS?

only in alaska 2nd edition

This picture comes to us from last fall, but worthy of a laugh. I went to the Palmer Fred Meyer and recognized the burley mountain man guy from the leather/fur shop in Palmer. This particular day it happened to be raining out, so what does the aforementioned grizzly adams do to keep his mane dry on a day wrought with liquid sunshine? How about a pink shower cap! I couldn't hold the camera very still for a ninja-like picture in passing, so this blurry one and your imagination will have to suffice.


Got a sibling wedding today and moose huntin' next week!

8 shifts in 9 nights

I'm in the middle of a 4 on 1 off 4 on work schedule right now. My one night off we decided to let Mason choose the activity. He wanted to go berry picking, but it's still a little early in the year if you don't want to drive to the interior of Alaska. We headed up the canyon anyway and had a nice hot dog roast. Another couple of weeks and it ought to be prime berry picking season.


Mason had fun watching the cow/calf moose and Tate had fun playing in the back of the truck during dinner.


Packing up to head home.


The rain that keeps the mountains green has been wreaking havoc on our lawn. It's covered in fungus! (Although this one is poisonous it's Christina's favorite.)