Monday, February 27, 2012

Ice Ice Baby....

This past weekend involved a lot of ice.

Alicia started another round of ice skating lessons on Saturday morning.  Later that evening, we went to an Alaska Aces ice hockey game.  It was Girl Scout Night, so Alicia wore her Daisy smock.  Then, on Sunday afternoon, Alicia and I watched Rondy on Ice, a figure skating show.

Alicia is getting better at her ice skating.  She now believes herself to be "good enough" and wants to swap to ballet class.  I, on the other hand, think she needs at least a few more lessons before she's comfortable on the ice.  That, and I've already paid for this 6-week session....  So, she's stuck.

I took her to see the Rondy on Ice show to keep her interest level piqued.  It was a fun show with a good range of skill levels.  It was held at the University of Alaska's ice rink on campus.  Alicia's favorite part was the popcorn bucket.

In between all of our "ice-capades" this weekend, we also paid a brief visit to the Fur Rendezvous (Fur Rondy) Festival in downtown Anchorage.  Alicia rode several carnival rides, we toured the snow sculptures, and we had some yummy fair food.  It always feels purely Alaskan to be riding roller coasters and ferris wheels in the snow at 10 degrees.  Keeps the blood flowing.... 

Next weekend is the start of the Iditarod!  We've got out of town guests arriving on Saturday and our weekend will then surely go to the dogs... 

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Mekoryuk Trip Report

I spent last weekend on Nunivak Island in the village of Mekoryuk.  As with my recent Hydaburg trip, this one was also through the Volunteer Tax & Loan Program (VTLP) which provides tax preparation services to the residents of Alaska Native villages throughout rural Alaska.

I've been lucky enough to visit many little villages that I would otherwise not have had the opportunity to see.

Mekoryuk is unique in many ways.  The native language there is Cup'ig (pronounced choo-pik).  They are the only population (about 200 people) who still speak this language regularly.  The village of Mekoryuk was created by merging the dwindling populations of nearly 30 small Cup'ig villages which used to exist on the 1600-acre island.  The site was chosen for its location near the coast and the mouth of a river.

Back in the 1930's a herd of musk ox were relocated to Nunivak Island in hopes of growing their numbers.  I believe there are now around 500 musk ox on the island.  It is possible to do a guided musk ox hunt on Nunivak.  And while the meat is taken by the hunter, only the Alaska Native population is allowed to work with the musk ox "wool".  It's called Qiviut and it is knitted and crocheted into lovely hats, scarfs, etc...  They are very warm, and very pricy.  The village contact for this trip was working on an earflap hat while I was there.  She sells them for $250.  If you bought it through the co-op in Anchorage, it'd be even more.  Just about everyone in Mekoryuk had a Qiviut hat.

Something I found unexpected about Mekoryuk, and Nunivak Island in general, was the flatness and whiteness of the terrain.  Every other Alaskan island I've been to, Kodiak, Unalaska, and those in the southeast near Juneau, have been full of mountainous terrain.  Nunivak, on the other hand, is almost completely flat.  A treeless, white plateau 30 miles off the western coast of Alaska. 

Because of this, it was very difficult to find something on which to focus your eyes.  I found that the local people had comparatively poor eyesight.  Undoubtedly caused by years of almost snow-blindness.

This problem came into sharp focus on the day of our departure.  The airstrip, for some bizarre reason, lies 3 miles away from the actual village.  We had the option of riding in a truck down a plowed "road" (think: tunnel of snow without a top) or on a snowmachine towing a sled.  Silly us, we thought we were lucky to be taking the truck....

Road & airstrip from air.
Plow exiting the "road".

Combine white snow walls, a white snow trail, blowing white snow against a white sky with a driver who's been snowblind for decades, and you end up with an extremely motion sick me.  We felt like a pinball traveling down a chute, bouncing from one wall to the other.  We tried our best to direct the driver to stay to the trail.  But, we could barely make out anything ourselves.  The heat in the truck cab seemed to be stuck on swelter.  And, as it was Sunday, the radio was blaring Cup'ig gospel music.  Suffice to say, I was never so happy to fall out of a truck at an airstrip. 

I took lots of photos which I will eventually load to an album.  Once I do, I'll update this post with a link.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Caking the Best of It!

Monday again.  Oh, the joy!
Actually, I am pleased to report that I don't dread Monday half as much as some folks I know.  I actually enjoy my job as a GIS Technician for an energy company.  The people are nice, the work is interesting, I feel appreciated, and they pay me!  What more could I ask for?

In my spare time, I do a little cake making...  For a while, I was doing the cake thing as a small business.  It was fun, but, in the end, it didn't quite cover the bills!  So, back to the office job I went...

I still do cakes, but mostly as a hobby.  It turns out, once people realize you are a cake artist, you will have an endless supply of cake orders should you choose to accept them.  I have learned the power of the word "no".  While I enjoy the process of decorating cakes and trying out new techniques, I don't feel inclined to give up sleep so every 3 year old in the greater Anchorage area can have a custom crafted, 3 tier, fondant-covered birthday cake. 

That being said, I do make the monthly birthday cake for my office.  And, I make special cakes for our family and close friends. 

Working the full time day job, makes my home time precious.  So, I don't commit to making more cakes than I can handle in a few hours per week.  I realize that cake requesters often have no idea how much time actually goes into making a custom cake.  Some of this cake myth is propogated by numerous tv shows which allow the general public to believe a giant, detailed, 6-tier wedding cake can be whipped up in 8 hours.  This isn't the case, of course.  And, even if it were, I don't have a team of cake artists I can conjure from my back pocket to assist with the detail work.  It's usually just me!

For cakes I make for our friends' kids, I often have either the mom or the birthday child assist with the cake construction.  This past weekend, I put together a fun Winter Wonderland cake for one of Alicia's friends' snow tubing party.  The birthday girl, her sisters, and Alicia made all of the penguins and polar bears from fondant.  It turned out great!  And I think those cakes are loved even more because the recipient played a role in creating it...

For a closer look at my little cake business' Facebook page, please follow this link:
http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Baked-Alaska/109573749062660.  There are numerous cake albums to peruse there.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Getting There is Half the Fun!

This past weekend, I had the pleasure of making a winter-time visit to the islands…. Okay, the islands of southeast Alaska anyway. Specifically, I traveled to the village of Hydaburg on Prince of Wales Island.

Each year, I volunteer with a program based in Anchorage which provides free tax preparation services to the residents of rural Alaskan villages. I have been lucky enough to visit several rural villages that most people will never have a chance to experience. Among these are the villages of Grayling, Holy Cross, Hooper Bay, Chevak, and Newtok. Last year, I spent a week village-hopping around Kodiak Island and visited Old Harbor, Akhiok, Port Lions, Larsen Bay, and Ouzinkie. This year, I’m scheduled for 2 weekend trips: this one to Hydaburg and a trip to Mekoryuk on Nunivak Island in a couple weeks.

If there are universities offering a degree in Logistics, I think one of the degree requirements should involve making a weekend trip to Hydaburg in the winter. Our journey began early Friday morning at the Anchorage airport. My tax-preparing travel companion and I met at the check-in desk at 6:30am only to discover that portions of our flight had been cancelled and we wouldn’t actually be departing till 10am. On the plus side, this meant we would be flying directly to Ketchikan, bypassing stops in Sitka and Juneau due to high winds (VERY common for those cities). But, on the other hand, had we known about this, we might have slept a couple more hours instead of waking up at 4:45am! Oh well.

Once our flight departed (finally at 11am), it was a couple hour flight on a 747 to Ketchikan. With the rapidly changing weather in that region, it’s usually hit or miss whether you’ll make it in there or not. Our pilot announced early on in the flight that the conditions in Ketchikan had improved a bit. They weren’t nearly as “crappy” as they had been a couple hours before. Now, they were just the “normal crappy conditions for flying into Ketchikan”. Comforting.

In the end, we made it into Ketchikan smooth as silk. The folks there claimed they hadn’t had that nice a weather day in a very long time. It was our lucky day! And, a good thing, too, as upon landing, we immediately boarded a floatplane to take us over to the little city of Craig on Prince of Wales Island. From there, we were met by our Hydaburg village contact and driven by car the remaining 35 miles to our destination.

It should be known that I get motion sick on elevators if I’m going up more than a couple floors… So, for a trip such as this, I make sure I’m well drugged and carry extra along, just in case!

We spent about 38 hours in Hydaburg. During that time, we had the opportunity to explore the village on foot. We visited the village store, the City Dock, the carving shed, school, and totem pole park. Hydaburg has the largest collection of Alaska Native totem poles. I met a couple of totem pole carvers there. They told me that totem poles were used as documentation when the Haida tribe didn’t have a written language. A totem pole may be carved for a potlatch, or to commemorate some other important person or event.

The village of Hydaburg came to be 100 years ago when 3 other Haida villages further south on Prince of Wales Island were relocated and combined into a single village. The Haida population had dwindled from close to 15,000 down to a few hundred. And, to make better use of resources, including a school, the small populations were combined. The current population of Hydaburg is around 400.

Early Sunday morning, we were driven 45 minutes away to the Inter-Island Ferry Terminal in Hollis. Since the weather is often not conducive to small plane flight, the 3-hour ferry to Ketchikan is a more reliable, if slower, alternative. The problem is, once you figure out that your flight can’t fly, you’ve already missed the morning ferry by several hours. In years past, the volunteer groups have always gotten stranded without a flight out and been obligated to stay another night in beautiful southeast Alaska. This year, we just booked the morning ferry right from the get go to eliminate the chance of getting stuck on the island. As it turns out, the weather was fine for both the ferry ride and small plane flights.

Once back on the mainland in Ketchikan, we had a few hours before our evening flight back to Anchorage. We explored the town by bus and on foot. Ketchikan is a cruise ship destination. So there are a multitude of touristy shops. But, on a Sunday in the off-season, none of these are open. The fact that it was Super Bowl Sunday meant that at least every bar in town was open for business. Upon the referral of the bus driver, we settled ourselves at Annabelle’s for some yummy food and football.

We only got to watch about the 1st quarter before making our way to the airport. We actually caught the half-time show while we boarded our return flight to Anchorage. Ideally, our flight would fly directly from Ketchikan to Anchorage. This would’ve taken about 2 hours. Unfortunately, the weather was good enough in both Sitka and Juneau for us to make the scheduled stops in those cities. So the flight home was more like riding an oversized bus with wings where people got off and on at various stops. What might’ve taken 2 hours stretched into a 5 hour saga of pretzel-like dozing and perpetual seat swapping.

In the end, we spent about 26 hours in transit so we could spend 38 hours actually IN the village of Hydaburg. But you know what they say, “getting there is half the fun”!

If you'd like to see more photos from this trip, you can find them at: