Christmas Break

This Christmas we were in Anchorage to welcome baby Izzy into the world and we stayed a few weeks to make sure Essie and the baby were okay and also to spend time with family.  Essie’s mom came up the day that Izzy was born and spent about a week with us.


With the new baby, we didn’t want Kian to feel like no one was paying him attention anymore.  So I took him to play out at the Winter Solstice Party in the park.


And of course, we had to go see the Zoo again.


After walking around for a couple hours and seeing all the animals, it was time to warm up in the zoo’s little coffee shop.  Kian said he wanted hot cocoa and ice cream.  Absolutely, that totally makes sense.


My sister Stefanie and her husband Ben came in a few days before Christmas to spend the holidays with us and to see the new baby.


We took a drive south down the Seward highway one day and stopped at the Alaska Wildlife Conservation Center.  We’ve been here several times but always love stopping.  You can either walk or drive through the whole place.  And if you’ve got a small kid or 2, and especially when it’s cold out, the drive through thing is nothing short of amazing.


The next day we drove all the way down to Seward to check out the Alaska Sea Life Center.  A big indoor aquarium with lots to see.  Kian loved it.


But soon enough, it was time for CHRISTMAS!


In our family, instead of milk & cookies, we leave Santa no-bake cookies & beer.  Essie helped Kian leave a note for Santa on the cookie plate.


Later that night, Dad Santa Claus had a great late-night snack.  Santa Claus left a note for Kian as well.


The best present of all:  Izzy!


I was only in Anchorage for about 3 weeks but somehow I managed to gain 32 lbs while I was there.  I have no idea how this happened.  We ate healthy the whole time…..sort of….


But there was nothing better than getting a belly full of not-so-healthy-goodness and falling asleep on the couch with a lap-full of kids while listening to the fire crackle and pop.  Aaahhhh, the good life.



Izzy Grace

Old man winter finally arrived in Nunam Iqua, Alaska.


The changing seasons also brought with it a change of another sort, a new addition to the family.  Essie flew in to Anchorage on November 11th to await baby Izzy’s arrival, so it’s been just Kian and I for a while.  We’ve been keeping busy trying to make Izzy some baby booties out of fur.  This is my 1st attempt at making ANYTHING out of fur and I’m sure, as with anything, there is a learning curve to get around.


I made 2 and they both came out different.  I still need to make a 3rd one and hopefully it will be like one of the first 2…..

I ordered the rabbit fur online but the dark fur around the top is from a river otter that I caught last winter and had tanned in Fairbanks.


As I was failing at making my fur bootie masterpiece, Kian was having hot cocoa and playing with the furs.


Soon enough it was time for Kian and I to make our way to Anchorage to see Mom and Izzy!  The threat of a 2-3 day snow storm made me schedule an earlier departure with Grant Airlines.


The little plane took us to Emmonak where we got on a bigger plane for our trip to Bethel.


After a short stop in Bethel, we were Anchorage bound.


After a month apart, it was good to see Momma and have some fun as a family before the new baby arrived.  Kian decorated the tree all by himself.


On the morning of December 9th, about 3:30 in the morning, Essie woke me up to tell me that we should probably get ready and go to the hospital.  Good thing we did because there is a protocol that they have to follow when you’re being admitted; they have to check your vitals, draw blood, etc.  Long story short, Essie nearly didn’t get an epidural because the baby almost showed up before her blood work came back.  I’m so glad she got the epidural.  “I’m not having this kid without an epidural.”

“Honey, there’s nothing I can do.”


I made a couple of trips out to the nurses’ station to plead with them.  “Please, for the love of God, give that woman some drugs!”

Her blood work came back just in the nick of time.  As they sat her up to give her the epidural, her water broke.

They said it would be a little while so I took Kian down the street to get him some breakfast.   The closest thing was McDonalds and just as we sat down, Essie called and asked if I wanted to cut the cord.

“Haha, okay.  You’re funny.”  Then I heard the baby cry.  “Oh crap, you’re not kidding!”

Sadly, we couldn’t make it back in time so Essie cut her own cord.  But when we did make it back a few minutes later, we got to see beautiful Izzy.


Isabelle Grace Beck

May God be with you and bless you;
May you see your children’s children.
May you be poor in misfortune,
Rich in blessings,
May you know nothing but happiness
From this day forward.


Right this way, Old Man Winter.


With Old Man Winter trying to move in for the next 6-8 months, Kian and I have been working out in the evenings to burn off some extra energy before bedtime.   And there’s the added benefit of fighting off the winter bulge because we always seem to be a bit ‘fluffier’ in the spring, especially in the midsection.  It’s sometimes challenging trying to get in a good workout with a kiddo who’s usually under your feet, wanting to be where the action is.

Challenging, but not impossible.  Kian loves to workout and do exercises.  He came up with this helpful core training technique all on his own.  Half the time I’ve got my eyes closed, praying to God that his aim doesn’t wander…..


Before the snowfall, Solomon, Tyler, and I took a boat ride to Akuleraq to try and catch some beavers.  They usually stir the most in the evenings and mornings.  We hunted that evening, stayed overnight in one of the old fish camp cabins, and hunted again the next morning.  We saw a few but were unsuccessful in bringing home any.  Very rarely do we return empty-handed.  I mean, not even a stick of firewood to show for the gas money I spent.  But we still had a great time enjoying the last boat ride of the year.


I took this as a sign.   Beaver house at the end of a rainbow.  My pot of gold!


Sadly, even with a sign from the heavens, we returned home unsuccessful.

These were some beavers I’d caught on a boat ride a few weeks before this last one.  I’ve already sent them to the Tannery in Fairbanks.  When we get them back, we’ll try our hand at making hats and mittens.


I had some beavers in the freezer of the shop for awhile, waiting on a new fleshing knife to come in the mail.  Every day Kian had to open the freezer and check to see if they were still there, to make sure they hadn’t got out and ran off.

We usually put Kian down for a nap in the afternoons, but sometimes I have to keep him up while I do something.  Whether it’s finishing a meal I’m cooking or waiting on an airplane to get freight.  No matter what’s going on or where we’re at, when this kid gets tired, he’s GOING TO SLEEP.



But once he’s been fully recharged, look out.


A true Alaskan with his (Daddy’s) Xtra Tuff boots.


Awhile back I wasn’t feeling good but I was in luck since there was a trained medical professional in the village.  Even luckier, he was in the house!


After checking his Medical Book, he knew exactly what I needed:  A Shot.


We’re ready for baby Isabelle to arrive.  It will be great for Kian to have someone to play with.  He wanted me to take his picture with his “friend” that he made.


Kian helped me pick some of the pictures out to include in this post and he wanted these two so here they are.


And with that, we are headed to check the river ice again.


Fall Moose Hunt 2017

The changing color of the tundra grasses and the cooling evening breezes usher in a special time of year: fall moose hunting.  Last fall, Solomon and I went on a 2 day moose hunt, camped out overnight, caught a moose and returned home successful.  This year we set out again.  But instead of hunting Akuleraq, a place I know, he wanted to show me an area Northeast of here.  We saw lots of moose and even more birds (ducks, geese, swans, etc).

There were several places like this along the way.  Nothing around for miles.  Someone’s fish camp/hunting getaway.


We ride around in the boat most of the time, checking both sides of the river for moose.  But when we see a clearing in the trees or a field, we usually stop to check it out.  Sometimes the moose are staying just barely out of sight of the river.


Later that evening, we set up camp before it got too dark.  Even the best tents are a headache to put up in the dark.


So with our shelter for the night secured, it was time for some warm supper!  It’s not as good as what I would’ve hoped.  But when you’re chilled and hungry, if it’s warm, it’s awesome.


The next morning, I woke up a couple hours before Sol.  Some commercial fishing boats had passed during the night, coming back from the coast, and had him up for awhile.  I never heard ’em.  Some of the best sleep I’ve ever gotten is outside in the cold, tucked in a warm sleeping bag.  A little before 7:00 I rustled out, had coffee, and waited on the sunshine.


Having the sun warm the chill from the air is a great feeling.  I never truly appreciated that when I lived in Arkansas.  It was strange when I first came here, my first winter; some days the sun would be out in full force but it wouldn’t raise the temperature 1 degree.  Not one single degree.  You could move from the shade to the sun and feel absolutely no difference whatsoever.  Knowing that winter is just around the corner made the morning warmth all the more special.


After Sol woke up, he whipped us up some powdered eggs.  I know.  It sounds horrible.  Surprisingly, it was pretty good.


That was our breakfast.  Powdered eggs with some moose jerky I’d made a week ago washed down with coffee.   Mmm-mmm!


We saw a couple of young bulls that morning a couple miles from where we camped but they didn’t hang around long enough for a shot.  They were in a bad spot too, right beside the water.  If we got a good shot and it fell in the water………oh Lord.  I’ve never tried to pull a Volkswagen Beetle out of a creek by hand but that’s probably what it would’ve been like.  Either that or we’d be quartering it up while standing in the creek.  Neither outcome was appealing.

We took Akuleraq on our way home.  A few miles from the main channel, Sol caught his moose with one shot.  100+ yards at a moving target, from a moving boat, off hand, a decent cross wind, with the sun directly in his eyes.   Not bad Sol.  Not bad at all.


On our way home I was able to catch a couple more beavers.  I trap some during the winter, but I prefer this time of year to get beavers.  It’s a LOT less work.


After they come back from Alaska Tannery in Fairbanks, we will try to make ourselves some nice, warm hats and mittens.  I’ve tried lots of gloves and mittens over the last several winters and I can tell you from experience that nothing compares to real fur mittens.

Another successful moose hunt behind us and some fur for winter clothes.  We’re already planning and looking forward to next year’s Fall Moose Hunt!

Berry Picking Adventure

Another one of the awesome things about living out here is the school field trips.  Instead of buses, we get boats.  Instead of chaperones, we get men with rifles in case there are bears.  Once everyone was loaded and ready, we set off on the first of many Cultural Days that we are going to have for school this year.  This first Cultural Day was Berry Picking!


We stopped at the first cabin on Akuleraq and had lunch.  It was a beautiful day to get out and let the kids enjoy the tundra.


Essie stayed at school to go berry picking around the village with the kiddos that stayed behind, so I brought Kian with me.  He always has fun getting out of the house.


He fell in the water a little bit and got his boot and leg wet.  Shortly after that, I couldn’t find him.  I thought “Oh crap, where’d he go now?”  Apparently we were playing ‘Hide and Seek’ and I didn’t know it.


So after a long day of picking berries and keeping an eye out for kids and bears and moose, it was time to head home.


On our way home, we saw some fresh bear tracks.  These were on both sides of the river, some really fresh, some a day or two old.  These were fairly big tracks.


Friday before last, the 18th, I took a boat ride up Akuleraq with Solomon and Tyler.  Tyler is the new teacher’s husband.  They are both from Arkansas and appear to be loving it so far.  My plan was to get a moose, but there were so many beavers that I changed gears and started catching those for the fur.


We saw a few moose before we saw the young cow that I caught.  I didn’t get any pictures of the moose I caught since it was close to dark and I wanted to get it loaded and home before it got any later.  This is a cow and calf we saw that evening.  The pictures aren’t great.  I keep threatening to buy a nice camera, but it hasn’t happened yet.


This is from one of our trips to Emo.  Kian found a new friend with Kaitlyn, the new teacher from Arkansas.


Every time I go stack firewood or fill up the buckets with water for my next steam, Kian has to show me all around ‘HIS’ maqii.


And he is always ready to help Dad go get more firewood.  Sadly, I’m sure this will pass by the time he’s big enough to really help.


I’ll end this with a picture of a rare calm day.


Another school year draws near

As the summer days begin to slowly get shorter and the bugs embark on their journey back to Hell, or wherever they came from, the start of another school year is close at hand.  We lost a couple teachers from last year, so we are gaining 2 new ones this year.  I’m still relatively new to this school environment.  A “professional” environment, some would say.  Since high school I’ve either been working on construction sites with beer drinking hillbillies or covered in grease at some random mechanic shop.

There seems to be more rules involved in working with a school.  And rightly so.  But still, sometimes I think it would help if someone could throw a wrench and say, “You know what!  F*^# this!  I’m going home and you can kiss my @**!!”

I’m not sure what everyone else was like in school, but I’m pretty sure I was a prick.  Especially to the teachers.  And if memory serves me correctly, there were a lot of other little pricks there too.  If I was one of the teachers at my old school, I would’ve had a bottle of scotch waiting on me as soon as I got home.  Or as soon as I got in the car.  Or hidden in my desk.

I haven’t been here but just a few years and I’ve already seen quite a few teachers come here with the best of intentions, only to burn out and leave.  By the time these kids get in high school, there’s no telling how many teachers they’ve had through their school life.  You can really see a big difference between how they act with a new teacher, and a teacher who decided to come back for another year and spend more time with them.

And you never know what kind of teachers are gonna get hired or who’s gonna show up.  They might get here, poke their head out of the bush plane, and say, “Oh HECK NO!” and leave right then.  It always seems to be a crap-shoot as to who’s gonna make it and who’s not.

But with all the teachers starting to filter in within the next several days, I find myself hoping for a good school year.  As for me, if there’s a crazy teacher or two making lots of drama in the school, I can just leave.  That’s right, I’ll have to go “check” on something.  Something far away.  And it may take me all day.  But everyone else, like Essie, has to stay and deal with it.  I’ve heard my fair share of after-school rants and vents.  Sometimes it feels like she’s imagining that I’m that person and she’s just letting it all go.  Finger snaps, hand waiving, finger in my face, head bobbing from side to side.  If we get another teacher who inspires these after-school venting episodes, her and I are gonna need to come up with a “safe word”.  In the heat of the moment, it sometimes feels like my life is in danger.  After she’s backed me in a corner with her finger still in my face while screaming “AND LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING ELSE YOU LITTLE B***H!”  Yep….we need a “safe word”.

Awhile back there was one teacher, who’s name I won’t mention, and she was….I can’t think of the right word or grouping of words that wouldn’t result in a 9-page rant.  All I’ll say is that the secretary nicknamed her “Satan’s Mistress”.   It was a title worthy of her attitude.

So with the school year fast upon us and a couple new teachers being thrown in the mix, I’m excitedly hopeful that they’ll love it and it’ll be a great year.  One of the main things, I think, for thriving up here is to get out of the house.  Some who come here, they will go to school and they will go home.  That’s it.  If you don’t get out of the house and away from school, you’ll be crazier than an outhouse rat within a year.  It’s important to get out and go for a walk, go to the post office or the store, go pick berries, go hunting or fishing, anything to get out.

Because you can’t always throw a wrench and scream obscenities.  And you can’t always hide a bottle of scotch in your desk.  And being here, you can’t really go or do much of anything.  You have to get creative and you have to go looking for a way to stay just this side of bat-sh!# crazy.

Finally ready to maqii!

It has been a long process of first getting permission from the Tribe to build on their land, waiting for good weather, gathering and buying all the materials needed, building it (with the help of LA), and it has all culminated into exactly what I’ve been waiting for, a finished maqii (steam bath house) that is ready to use!

After receiving my stove kit in the mail from Amazon (aka: that damn website that takes all our money), I took a ride down to the dump to look for a good 55 gallon barrel to use for my stove.  After cutting the holes in the barrel and installing the stove kit, I burned it out to remove the oil residue from the inside and burn the paint off the outside.

Burning out the stove for the maqii.

After welding some angle iron onto the sides of the barrel to hold the rocks, I put it in and set the chimney in place.

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I waited until I had the stove inside the hot room before I finished closing it in.  I didn’t want to buy any more plywood to finish the inside, so we took apart some old pallets and used those.  I’ve still got some trim work with driftwood to finish but there’s no rush on that.  And let me just say, trying to do trim work with a chainsaw is, well, horrible.  Disastrous.  Rustic.  Very rustic.

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Yesterday evening was the big moment.  Time to build a fire and see if all the work paid off.  And boy, did it ever!  Not only therapeutic, it’s also the cleanest you’ll ever feel.  And another added benefit of doing it right before bed is that you’ll sleep like a drunk coma patient.

Building the 1st fire in the new maqii.

A few days ago I was out commercial fishing with Andy.  While we were at the fish tender waiting to get fuel, Boya and Francis pulled up with a surprise.  They’d caught a baby seal in their net.  After gassing up their boat, they turned it loose after they drove out past everyone’s nets so it wouldn’t get caught again.

Baby seal waiting to be returned to the water in a safe place.Baby seal waiting to be returned to the water in a safe place.

A brief, sarcastic look at my experience commercial fishing thus far

First of all, I would like to remind everyone that I am fishing in the Yukon Delta, where the Yukon River flows into the Bering Sea.  This is a dangerous river and an even more dangerous sea.  And Heaven help you if you ever fall out of the boat because it is DEEP!


So that’s rule #1:  Stay your butt in the boat.

Rule #2:  Stay alert.

This is a very important rule because when you’re out there commercial fishing, there’s never a slow day or a calm minute.  It’s GO TIME from the time you step into the boat until the time you step out of it at quitting time.


Seal Hunt

This past Sunday I took a boat ride up to Emmonak with Andy and his family so I could get a few groceries and buy my commercial fisher helper’s license.  We had a snack before we left: dried smelts and seal oil.   Ahh, it’s good to be back!


On our way up to Emo we saw some beluga whales, which is always a welcomed sight.  Wasn’t able to get a picture, but a few miles outside of Emo, we joined in on a seal hunt.  We saw a couple boats chasing it so we joined in as well.


As the minutes rolled by, more boats joined in.  It was a beautiful day, so there were lots of people out on the river.  When they’re trying to catch the seal, they have to wait on it to come up for air and then try to either harpoon it or throw a spear.  You never can tell where it’ll surface so the more boats, the better.


Andy’s boy, Jermaine, was the one who finally caught it.   Jermaine is in the blue sweater.  The seal popped up right beside the boat and he was able to harpoon it.  They decided to give it to an older gentleman who was out there in another boat.   It’s important to note that when I say “we” joined in, and “we” tried to catch the seal”, I’m using the term “we” very loosely.  It’s illegal for a non-native to participate in this.  I can sit and watch and that’s about it.  Still, it’s pretty special to witness them doing something that has been in their way of life for as long as anyone can remember.


After we left Emo and headed back for Nunam, we stopped and got some wood for smoking fish.


Always up for a reason to get out of the house, we all stopped at Munson Island and had a campfire picnic.


Oh, the good life…….

Summer Fun on the Yukon


It’s that time of year…..Time to FISH!  A few days ago, I bought my commercial fisher helper’s license so I could help a buddy of mine fish.   Hopefully I’ll make a few dollars, but there’s an important fringe benefit to consider:  King Salmon.  Since you can’t sell Yukon River King Salmon here, if you catch any this time of year, you can keep them for subsistence.  And because Andy’s freezer is already full of fish, that means I get to start stocking our freezer.  We caught 8 Kings on Monday and Boya, another fisherman, gave me 2 more.  Most of these fish aren’t exactly SMALL.


So the freezer is filling up fast!


Fishing was a bit slow but I had a blast.  I’ve never fished like this before.  First of all, I didn’t know you could fish without beer.  And then there’s the whole ‘net’ thing, which is still relatively new to me.  Add on top of that the changing tides, and I’ve got a little learning to do.  Where I’m from the water level doesn’t move unless it rains a lot.


We lost a buoy off of one end of the net and it floated to shore in a place where we couldn’t get to with the boat due to low water.  Andy’s boy Daniel, always eager to play in the water, hopped out of the boat and took off walking.


All in all it was a good day.  Had some fun out on the river, caught some fish to sell, and got some Kings to put up for winter.


The sun finally went down a little after midnight and fishing ended at 2am.


Another priceless commodity, for me at least, is getting a supply of dry fish to put up for the winter.  This is my go-to snack food when I’m out hunting and trapping.  Andy and Sara were nice enough to share some of their smoked King Salmon with me.



One project I’ve been looking forward to ever since I got permission from the Tribe to build it on their land is my maqii (steam bath house).  LA, a teacher who stayed the summer, agreed to help me put it together.  And as anyone who’s ever built anything can attest to, having someone to help makes all the difference.  I was able to scrounge around and forage for most of the supplies.  Some of the wood had been sitting outside for so long that it was ‘questionable’.  I had to just keep reminding myself, “It’s just a bath house….”





It only took a few days of working in the evenings to get done with the outside.  It may not look like much, but I’m happy to have it done to this point and look forward to finishing the inside.  Then it will be time to get a hot fire going and start enjoying it, hopefully for years to come.




In my last post, I mentioned that I had to come back home before Essie and Kian in order to meet the fuel barge that brings us our fuel once a year.  Here’s a couple pics of that.


And 24,000 gallons of diesel later, we’re ready for another school year!