We had a very easy going Sunday morning since the Roes had to drive back to Anchorage that day.
Before they left, we had a nice lunch at the Harbor Cafe. The food here is surprisingly good for a town of only 5,000 souls. I suppose that part of that is the easy access to fresh seafood. Part because there are plenty of tourists, and part because of all the hippies and hipsters.
We don't complain.
We had a hard time coordinating the head shots, but there you go. I'm in the upper left, J Noel in the lower left, Josienne in the middle, and Julius on the upper right. Can you see us?
Later in the day, we decided to take a walk down to the beach via the Diamond Creek Trail. This is an interesting trail, as it had many warnings about checking the tide before you go. You can get trapped by the tide as it rises rapidly, and cuts off access to the trail to let you get out.
There should have been a warning about hats as well.
As we were leaving, I asked Doreen, "What hat will you be wearing?"
She replied, "My Pink One" (A new hat from Rust Flying Services we bought in Anchorage. A nice looking hat, by the way)
And off we went.
This was sort of an ominous sign:
But do we care? NO!
Diamond Gulch is really steeper than it appears in these photos
But we made it through anyway. Even though Doreen did not have a hat.
even though she is the one who preaches from the pulpit of responsibility.
But it was a spectacular beach.
that was fortunately marked with a TeePee of wood at the trail head:
We had a fantastic walk down this beach. The pebbles on the beach were very friable. You could pick them up and shatter them in your hands:
The weather was great, the view was spectacular, as always. It is hard to have a bad view in Alaska:
You can see the coal seams in the hills (the black lines below). The coal mines here did not last very long - only about a couple of years. They would ship the coal to San Francisco. It was not economic.
Here is a detail of the coal:
and one of the seams:
Very brittle:
What a beach!
Contemplating the vicissitudes of the coal trade:
Lots of this big kelp around here:
And The Dew Catcher leads us home:
To see her hat (the pink one) was right were it was supposed to be. On the hat rack.
Before they left, we had a nice lunch at the Harbor Cafe. The food here is surprisingly good for a town of only 5,000 souls. I suppose that part of that is the easy access to fresh seafood. Part because there are plenty of tourists, and part because of all the hippies and hipsters.
We don't complain.
Later in the day, we decided to take a walk down to the beach via the Diamond Creek Trail. This is an interesting trail, as it had many warnings about checking the tide before you go. You can get trapped by the tide as it rises rapidly, and cuts off access to the trail to let you get out.
There should have been a warning about hats as well.
As we were leaving, I asked Doreen, "What hat will you be wearing?"
She replied, "My Pink One" (A new hat from Rust Flying Services we bought in Anchorage. A nice looking hat, by the way)
And off we went.
This was sort of an ominous sign:
But do we care? NO!
and right about this time I ask Doreen where he hat is.
She says, it is in your backpack, can I have it?
I say it is NOT in my backpack. She insists that it is. As I was the one who packed the backpack, I knew it was not in the pack. Doreen, being the skeptical sort, asked to look through the backpack.
It was not there.
Remember my comment above? Good. Not everyone does.
Luckily, the day was not too sunny, or as Brother-in-Law Frank pointed out to me, someone could have had heatstroke in a matter of moments. If we were in Africa.
You may also recall that Doreen's nickname is The Spider Catcher. This is particularly useful as we walk through the woods, and there are many spiderwebs crossing the trail.
Doreen is nice enough to walk with her arm raised to get the webs that would hit me in the face.
Diamond Gulch is really steeper than it appears in these photos
But we made it through anyway. Even though Doreen did not have a hat.
And there were not many moments that Doreen did not let me forget that she did not have a hat:
even though she is the one who preaches from the pulpit of responsibility.
But it was a spectacular beach.
that was fortunately marked with a TeePee of wood at the trail head:
We had a fantastic walk down this beach. The pebbles on the beach were very friable. You could pick them up and shatter them in your hands:
The weather was great, the view was spectacular, as always. It is hard to have a bad view in Alaska:
You can see the coal seams in the hills (the black lines below). The coal mines here did not last very long - only about a couple of years. They would ship the coal to San Francisco. It was not economic.
Here is a detail of the coal:
and one of the seams:
Very brittle:
What a beach!
But someone still didn't have a hat:
Contemplating the vicissitudes of the coal trade:
Lots of this big kelp around here:
And The Dew Catcher leads us home:
To see her hat (the pink one) was right were it was supposed to be. On the hat rack.
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