Hunting & Gathering

I have a list. It's quite a different sort of list than when I went motorhome camping when the kids were little. Then it used to say things like "clam shovels, rubber boots, toys, and spaghetti-os." Today's list says things like "iPod, cell phone, Kindle, and air card." It's a serious product of the electronic age.

Yesterday, while gathering some stuff on my list, it snowed for about ten minutes. I wished I had started hunting through the shed a bit earlier, but then the snow stopped and I still haven't gone out there to choose a pair of snowshoes. A young moose has been hanging around my house for a few days. Trips to the backyard shed have been minimal because she (I think it is a cow) has not been startled off, even by the dog barking at her from his pen. We have had to wait until she's good and ready to meander away. Ralph thinks we may have time to do some snowshoeing at Delta Junction. That's on the flexible part of the plan.

My oldest daughter drove to Fairbanks (and back the same day - 720 miles round trip) for a wedding last Saturday. She said the roads were bone-dry. That is good news. My friend from Delta said we won't need snowshoes, but then decided we might due to drifting snow where we plan to go. We'll see.