Flip-flops & Tank Tops

No matter where you are, local seasons can be measured in unique ways. In Alaska, summers were measured by the number of bonfires & potlucks attended, by how many salmon we caught, or how tall the fire-weed grew. Autumn was measured by whether or not you got a moose, and winter by the snow depth, by the wildness of the…

For the love of Rain

My feelings about the drops-that-fall-from-the-sky depend greatly on my surrounding climate.  In Alaska, rain was the cold, slippery, evil enchantress that rose from the depths to ruin my love for the great northland.  A soggy, dark, murky, frigid, evil water nymph she was.  Yet in Madras, rain drops are a goddesses tears of joy feeding my thirsty garden…

Notes to self (aka How to live in “Normal” society)

(in lieu of Challenge #5 – I never knew) Sixteen years of living in Alaska with only a few outside travels to remind myself of life in the real world – although tenting is hardly “real world” living –  have left me with a few gaps in the “how to behave in society” realm.  I am slowly…

Cost of Living (Challenge #4 – money)

People tell me the cost of living in high in Oregon; a bit less in central Oregon than on the coast, but still high.  Oddly enough, one of the reasons we moved to this area is the low cost of living.  I suppose high or low is all in what you’re used to.  Perspective, and…