The whole fam damnly enjoyed a rainy excursion to Totem Bight State Park just outside Ketchikan. There’s no need to rent a car – just take the Silver Line city bus for only $1.
With the growth of non-Native settlements in Southeast Alaska in the early 1900’s, and the decline of a barter economy, Natives moved to communities where work was available. The villages and totem poles they left behind were soon overgrown by forests and eroded by weather. In 1938 the U.S. Forest Services began a program aimed at salvaging and reconstructing these large cedar monuments. By using Civilian Conservation Corps (CCC) funds to hire skilled carvers from among the older Natives, two things took place: young artisans learned the art of carving totem poles, and totems which had been left to rot in the woods were either repaired or duplicated.
I love the blue hat.
The Haida Watchmen wear tall hats and their figures are on the top of totem poles, that guard the house of the chief, from where they can keep watch over the village.
The Clan House
A community house or clanhouse of this size could have housed 30 to 50 people. Although it is doubtful a clanhouse existed on this site (originally a fish camp), this design is representative of the type in many Indian villages built in the early 19th century.
The carved house posts supporting the beams inside symbolize the exploits of Duk-toothl. He is a man of Raven phratry wearing a weasel skin hat who showed his strength by tearing a sea lion in two. The painting on the house front was designed by Charles Brown. It is a stylized Raven with each eye elaborated into a face. Designs on the house fronts were rare, and occurred only in cases of great wealth.
The upside to being the young’uns on a cruise ship is that no one is up after 10 pm (outside the casino anyway). Certainly not on the last night with packing of massive suitcases to complete.
All alone on Baja deck
The door is ajar.
This requires investigating.
What’s back here?
I can fit in a luggage rack.
I can fit in a tray rack.
I recall the exit was less smooth. There may have been some clatter and a running escape to the hall.
Off California Highway 1…
Deep in the redwoods of Lime Kiln State Park…
A Lime Kiln!
Oh so tempting. Hope there’s not a park ranger! …or an earthquake.
Thanks to my trusty assistant Jessie.
I am woman
I am a man
Why hello! It’s been awhile. I hope you are still there. You may have wondered (worried?) that I stopped fitting in things. Not to fear! I have been fitting in things as the spirit strikes me. But I have a j-o-b, which has absorbed ALL of my time this year. I have a backlog of at least ten things I’ve fit in, but didn’t have time to post. Plus fan submitted pics!
What to start with? What significant thing happened this year? Well, I turned 40. And for my 40th birthday my man got me a big girl bike (my other bike is a convenient but dorky Dahon commuter folding bike). Can I fit in the bike box? Why yes, yes I can.
Big Girl Bike!
Practicing my side plank
Hey there – plenty of room in this awesome box.
Special thanks to my trusty assistant – the man with the two red shoes.
Not only are these East Coast gals smart, funny, and babealicious, they play stringed instruments – FRETLESS*!!
*Warning: general fretting may occur on a daily basis.
Anyway, this was the end of a long week for Valentina, Laura, Audrey and Kacy. They performed, like, 62 concerts in 9 days. 4realz yo.
Are Audrey’s cheekbones amazing or what?
I call this the “Red-eye Removal doesn’t work on Satan’s glowing orbs.”
HEY EVERYBODY I USED TO KNOW OR HOOK UP WITH IN D.C. – Go see one of their concerts.
There, that should boost attendance.
Special thanks to my trusty assistant Jim.
Special thanks to my trusty assistant David. David’s first job as intern was to put together my new filing cabinet and then carve eye holes in the box. You’ll go far David.
This post has been smoldering for awhile. It took a few months to sniff out the photos (note to self: use only my camera).
A great thing about my neighborhood is that everybody knows each other. We have a neighborhood contact list. And block captains. And block parties. I have never experienced this before.
On Independence Day they (the block captains?) get a permit to shut down the street to cars, and everybody brings food, and one of the People With Children rents a bouncy castle for the whole neighborhood, and everybody gets drunk by noon on Chardonnay, and nobody has to drive anywhere. It’s fun, in a suburbia kind of way. And people seem to like us.
Anyway, there’s an initiative here on the peninsula to raise awareness about the dangers of fireworks – like hey don’t shoot off bottle rockets and accidentally burn down an entire wilderness area. If you contact the fire department and let them know that you’re having a block party, they’ll send a firetruck to visit your block.
As this is a Public Relations effort, only the hottest of firefighters are out representing the department. Kids love it!
The ladies love it.
I too approached the handsome fireman for a picture.
But I would never objectify men. There is another item on the agenda.
Note: The key here is Surprise. If you ask permission ahead of time, people tend to come up with a reason to say No. But if you ambush someone with a strange but innocuous request, they’ll say yes before they can think of a good reason to say no. But you have to be fast about it. Hence, Flash Fitting. Take this guy for instance. He’s like, “What the F is going on here in the suburbs?” Happy 4th of July!
Do not try this at home! There was a moment of panic for my trusty assistant Jessie who thought I actually might suffocate. Not to worry; we had a safe word – Shazam!
Thank you Jessie!