I Wanna Be a Bear

    

           Denali is so green and the air is filled with the scent of the pines.  

     For four days we toured the park on an Adventure Bus and took hikes along the streams and through the woods.    We saw lots of moose and caribou, a fox, a wonderful grizzly bear, and more.  



The first moose was off the road, munching away.   We saw it fairly soon after entering the park on the Adventure Bus.   Our bus driver was great.  He stopped quickly and stayed until we all got lots of pictures.

       Something was so delicious that this moose never raised his head long enough for me to get a picture of his face.  

Another one was right by the road near the Park entrance.

But our closest encounter came while we were on a walk very close to the park's Visitor Center.   Our bus driver had told us that the cows frequently came closer to the entrance, where there were people and more activity, in order to keep their calves safe from wolves.  

  Caribou were plentiful, too.  I like their other name best, reindeer, because it reminds me of Santa Clause and Christmas. 

       This one was sitting on snow to keep cool.   Denali was experiencing a heat wave, nearly 90F, which is really hot for them.

 

     We saw a fox walking right down the road next to the bus.  In fact, she was so close I couldn't get a picture.  But she was beautiful.  Our driver believed she was a female because of her size, and he seemed to know a lot.    At one ranger station we saw Dall sheep up on the mountain, and lots of small squirrels.

 

   But the star of my show was this grizzly bear.    A lot of the grizzlies in Denali are blond.

 

 

      We watched him for quite a while.  At one point he stood up and scratched his back against a tree.   I was so busy watching I missed taking the picture!  I had been hoping to see a bear, and I wasn't disappointed.  We stayed until he ambled out of sight.

       Later I found this great description of a bear's life on I Love Teddies: 
    

"If you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing for six months. I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.

If you're a bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, but cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.

If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too. I could deal with that.

If you're a bear, your mate expects you to wake up growling. He expects that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup, I wanna be a bear."

- Author unknown

 

Me, too.

Denali

Denali

      We left early Monday morning to travel from Anchorage to Denali National Park, a 240 mile trip.    The motor coach picked us up at the Ship Creek Comfort Inn, where we were staying, at 6 AM.   We weaved our way through the Anchorage streets to three other hotels to pick up fellow travelers.   Altogether there were only about 12 of us.  The small size was nice, and a pleasant surprise.  I thought we might have a full bus.  The motor coach was huge, spacious and very comfortable.  By 7 AM we were on our way. 

      Alaska is amazingly huge.   One of our guides said it is twice the size of Texas!   Denali National Park alone is bigger than some East Coast states.    So it's no wonder that the trip would take several hours. 

       After the first hour or so we pulled into Wasilla for a bathroom break.  It's also the home of  the offices of our travel group, Alaska Denali Travel.   They do a great job organizing a variety of trips and adventures that let you pick and choose what you would like to do.   

        We wanted to stay our entire time in Denali, which we were able to do.   Other people we met were taking cruises and fishing trips as part of their vacation.   We met one couple who had been traveling for over a month, and they still had a few weeks left on their trip.    That's way too long a trip for my tastes, but I could understand why they did it.  They had flown in from Australia, and that's a l-o-n-g, l-o-n-g way to come.   No wonder they wanted to stay a while. 

        After a few minutes it was back on the George Parks Highway.   Alaska has three main highways.  We had started out on Highway #1, and somewhere along the way the name changed to George Parks Highway.    We continued along it  for another hour or two until we reached the Denali View South scenic viewpoint.   When we stopped here, I took the top picture of Denali.     

         Officially Denali is still listed on U.S. maps as Mt. McKinley, but most people call it by its Alaskan native name of Denali.  I was surprised to learn that only about 20% of the visitors get to see the mountain because it's normally shrouded in clouds and fog.  We were very lucky.  Alaska had been enjoying a stretch of clear, hot weather when we arrived that continued for nearly our whole trip.



       Denali is amazing!  The mountain is 20,320 feet high.  With its size and large areas of snow and ice, it can create its own weather!    At the point where I took this picture, we were miles and miles away from it.  

        As we continue to travel up the highway, I watched for wildlife.   We passed through a variety of woods, lakes, and open land.    My eyes were constantly on the lookout for bears or moose.   I saw a lot of float planes, but no animals.    I suspect that the heat and the noise of road construction may have caused them to be holed up somewhere.

       After another delay or two for construction--summer in Alaska means road construction and mosquitoes--we finally arrived at our destination, the Denali Cabins and Prey Restaurant. 



    By the time we arrived, it was early afternoon and we were starved.   The sandwiches at Prey were huge and tasty.

       The cedar cabins that dotted the campgrounds would be our home for Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights.  Our cabin had a TV, but we never turned it on.  There were walking paths around the cabins and a nearby airport that we wanted to explore.   We spent Monday afternoon and evening exploring and resting up.
        Early the next morning, on Tuesday, we would be traveling to the Backcountry Lodge.  We were to ride a smaller bus to the end of the only road that goes into the heart of Denali National Park.   We were leaving early again, a thing which has to happen in order to arrive anywhere in Alaska at a reasonable time.   We spent our night packing our essentials into one small suitcase for this trip.  Everything else would be stored at the Cabins.   We could only guess what clothes might be needed, but we knew two things that were crucial--Dreet and mosquito netting.   


      
       

North to Alaska

       
           From the time I first heard Johnny Horton sing "North to Alaska" in 1960, I've wanted to go there.   This month I finally made it. 
           Alaska was everything--and more--than I expected.
           The first clue that Alaska was different came when I saw the Alaska Airline's plane.  A flying fish.  

     In Anchorage, fish rule.   

 

          Ship Creek was lined with fishermen and women from early morning to night.   Except there isn't "night" in Alaska now so I'm not sure if the creek was ever without someone fishing there.    

 

 

  The Comfort Inn, where we initially stayed, was next to Ship Creek.   You could borrow poles, go across the street, and catch your lunch.     There was even a bait shop nearby.

 

One man caught his fish while we were there.  I don't know what kind of fish it was, but it was big.

 

 

        We went to the local artisan's fair on Sunday where we found more fish.   I love quesadillas, but I wasn't ready for ones made out of salmon.  

 

 

         Walking around Ship Creek and down to the bay was interesting, but I was after bigger fish.   I came to Alaska to see Denali and the wildlife that live in the Park.    Early Monday morning Kent and I would board a motor coach, the Anchorage Denali Express, for the 5 hour drive to Denali.       

 

 

 



      
 

African Turquoise

African Turquoise

 

       Last Wednesday I went to the Rings & Things bead show in Mesa and bought some beautiful African Turquoise.    I've never used it before, but I loved the small ovals and the pretty turquoise color.   It looked like the perfect stone to use for wire wrapping.  

 

 

 

    I used copper 20 gauge wire to add wrapped loops onto each bead, linking them together as I went.   Copper looks great with turquoise.   Probably because real turquoise is found with copper when its mined.

 

      I knew African Turquoise wasn't "real" turquoise when I bought it.   For one thing, I could afford it.   More importantly, Rings & Things had a sign that told about it.   I had to smile when I read the sign.    African Turquoise, it turns out, is a type of jasper---my favorite stone---that is found in Africa.      

 

       Before I went to the bead show this year, I had told myself I would not buy any more jasper.   Because I like it so much, I tend to buy it all the time.   I have a lot of it, and I knew I needed to branch out and try different stones.    So I had to smile when, despite my best intentions, I was drawn to the jasper. 

 

       It looks nearly identical to real turquoise, but at a fraction of the cost.   For me, it's a great substitute.  

 



 

 

 



Quail Baby

 

 

 

 

        Earlier this year we had a nest of Gambel's Quail on our patio.    When the female quail first began laying her eggs, she would be all skittish and upset because we were frequently sitting nearby.    She would pace up and down, and both her and her mate would chatter.  He was especially loud and vocal about the intruders on "his" porch.   More than once we went inside so she would calm down and go on her nest.  

        Gradually she got used to us, I guess.   She would sneak into the patio quietly and get on her nest.   When she had laid about 10 or 11 eggs, she began coming in the late afternoon and staying all night.     We were always quiet and kept away from her, but she no longer seemed to mind us sitting there.  

         One day Kent saw that the eggs had hatched.   Only half of them, unfortunately, and neither the chicks nor the parents were around.    For days we didn't see them.  When we finally saw them, there was only one chick left.

         Today she had the chick inside the courtyard while I was inside the casita.    I heard her outside and grabbed my small Canon camera.    Because I didn't want to scare her away, I snapped the photos through the window.    

 

 

So there she is, a tiny fuzzy Gambel's Quail. 

 

            

It's a Wrap!

      Last Friday I took my first wire wrapping class.   Leslie Ready, who's a very talented artist and member of Grand Stitchers, taught the class.    Here's my first project:

 

 

    It was harder to do than I thought it would be.   We used 20 gauge square wire, cut into 3 pieces and "bundled" together.    The bundle was tied and wrapped around the cabochon.    The top ends were then wire wrapped and two of the pieces formed the bail.   The remaining 4 wires made the decorative swirls.    All of this sounds a lot easier than it was.  

 

       Before I got to make the fun swirls, the cabochon had to be secured.   Here's the back view:

 

 

       We started on the back side first so we could get the hang of it.   The top left should have been pulled out more.   It was secured really tight (which is a good thing), and that caused me some problems.   I scratched up the copper wire while trying to pull it out and over the back.  The coating on my tool began to come off.   Now I know to stop, re-do the coating, and wait for it to dry overnight.   A little patience would have made a big difference.   But I was so anxious to finish the project.   Like a kid who can't wait for the cookie to cool, I got burned.    Luckily this was just a practice piece, with copper rather than sterling wire.

 

    

  

The side view shows the middle wire wrapped around the cabochon.

 

   I really like the way the copper looks on the Red Creek jasper pendant.   I have a lot of jasper, although all of them have pre-drilled holes, like this one.    I'm going to ask Leslie if there's a way to deal with the pre-drilled issue.   Otherwise I might be "forced" to buy more jasper.   LOL         

    In the meantime, I've re-coated my tools.   They dried over night, so I'm ready to do another wrap.  As they say, practice makes perfect!

BUTTERFLIES AND BAUBLES

 

 

         Wild flowers at the Desert Botanical Gardens are beautiful this year.    The butterfly exhibit is open now, too.    We visited there on Wednesday.

 
 

                                                                         Zebra Longwing

Julia

Pipevine Swallowtail

                                       

 Everyone enjoyed the beautiful day.   

      We lunched on the patio at Gertrude's, which was great.  It was the first time we've been to their new restaurant.   As soon as we arrived at the Gardens, we stopped to make reservations.    I'm glad we did, because by noon it was very busy.   
      We were seated near the water feature on the patio, the best seat there I think.   Very pleasant and the food was delicious.     I had the mint pea salad and soup of the day, which was pumpkin.  A perfect choice for a garden restaurant.
       Yesterday was the last Stitcher's Boutique for the season.   There were 12 of us selling everything from art work to purses.   At least four of us make jewelry.  There was only one newcomer in the group.   Some have been doing this since last November.   At least now I'm not the newbie any more.
        The shopping crowd wasn't as large as last month.  The weather was great, but already the winter crowd is thinning.    Still, everyone seemed to have a good time, regardless of how well their items sold.   
       The next Boutique will be sometime in November.   I think all of us are looking forward to a break.  I know I am.   But soon I'll be ready to create some new masterpieces.   
       It took me a couple of hours last night to finish up the paperwork and put everything back in its place.  I had to remove one of my listings from Etsy because it sold at the Boutique.   So that's a good reason to de-list an item.  
         Now my goal is to go through my items and try to build up the Etsy shop for the summer shopping season.   The hardest part about Etsy is taking good pictures.  Next is the challenge of coming up with descriptive words that will lead people to the site.    I have trouble finding my items, and I know what words I used!  I hope to learn the secret to their system soon.
       We'll see how successful my plan works out.