
I thought this posted earlier, I'm an idiot. Anyways click here for our South American exploits and I'll return to this blog in March. Paz.
This is my view from the edge of nowhere, that's right, I'm living on the edge man.

And northern lights which have been depressingly non-existent this winter. What the hell?







On Saturday we finished the craptacular Bailey's Warehouse on South Cushman. Years from now I imagine myself saying, "You see that big non-descript steel warehouse? No that one, no, no that one. Yes! that's the one, well I helped build that and no, there wasn't that much raven crap there when we finished and the meth lab wasn't there either. But it was good times, now pass the Soylent Green..."
It's 140 feet long and 70 feet wide and 28 feet tall and we did it in less than 5 weeks. We ARE the champions, my friend....
I believe it's the remains of a grouse. It made me thankful to not be a grouse on an early morning. But it also made me think how tasty grouse are. Marinated in cream of mushroom soup they are tasty birds.
So now I'm like "Damn, she's hot, she has a phone, she likes restaurants, isn't one of those people who uses a ton of product in their hair and may possibly be eastern european because her punctuation sucks and there are little awnings over the windows in the background and only europeans think that look is still cool.

I taped up the windows and started painting last week. The weather has been 75F in the middle of the day all week and the bugs aren't bad so it has been good going. But painting is not much fun.
I think the cabin looks a lot more balanced now with the addition and the added color. A deck would be nice on the front but that will have to wait until the money tree gets watered again.
Now dirt work is fun times. Especially with heavy equipment. I finally got some good 2 inch rock on top of the driveway and it cleaned things up a lot.

I enjoyed about 5 minutes of no mosquitos and then the little bastards showed up. This time of year they are big and slow though so not a real hazard.

Here's me getting the lead out of my iron dog. Still haven't decided if I really need a windsheild, me loves a good set of frozen snotcicles.
Redpolls, so sweet and innocent looking, hard to believe they eat their weight in thistle seed 3 times a day.
Rachael is still riding the Polaris 500 she bought 1992 and as you can see there's still some juice left although my Tundra has barely half the horsepower and rallied on the powder a bit more handily. What can I say, Ski Doo sets the standard...
It was an epic week of sturm and drang and now the driveway is piled high with snow on either side. Me likey. Yesterday I report that nearly a foot of snow fell, a daily dump amount that Fairbanks hasn't seen for decades. If this is global warming I say thank you Al Gore, you make some mighty fine ski trails laddy. The snow was followed by gusty winds which blew everything off the trees and drifted over the roads and made snowmachining on my Tundra a bit painful on the facial region. The lack of windshield lends to the affect. But it's gorgeous today, about zero, crackling blue sky and I plan on more skiing and snowmachining.
Brent Sass pulls William Kleedehn's team up to the top of Eagle Summit. I lay on the frozen grass for 2 hours waiting to see something, anything, and was well rewarded. Thank you camera gods.
Palfry's son Jesse, 9, the youngest musher to cross the Yukon Quest finish line. Look for him on the trail again in 10 years...
With classic Alaskan Feng Shwee the Arctic Entry is taking shape. I decked the roof in -20F and blew a fuse trying to get the saw to turn since the blade was frozen. It's all good now though, the snow can't get in, the front wall will get framed as soon as the thermometer hits zero and then the insulating can begin. Yeah! I love fiberglass!
Mazzy Mae is not a fan of my Paslode nailer...

But then good thing happens: I get a call from the Eskimo lady who was making me a beaver hat and mitts and they're done and they're exactly what I wanted and hoped and dreamed about all my life (I'm a simple man).
But then bad thing: I come home and the hoar frost that accumulated during the -50F melted in the 40F and is dripping into the living room. Nothing a few pots can't handle, and the day ended on a good note anyways: the new deck got insulated and sheeted and is now ready for walls which I can always build in the garage if, I mean when, the temperature drops again...








