From my files of Alaska pictures.
Taken several years ago off the bow of my boat.
Mt. Edgecumbe in Sitka, Alaska

February 11, 2016 - Thursday

2 degrees/clear/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I used to get up every morning and look at that extinct volcano. My good friend, Uncle Bobby and his wife, Jan, have windows along the entire west side of their home giving them a view of Sitka Sound, the harbor, and Mt. Edgecumbe. 

It's difficult to take a bad picture in and around Southeast Alaska. 

I was out on a daily hike and found myself on top of Verstovia Mountain

I'm pretty sure Baby Jesus lives up in Sitka somewhere. If not, He ought to think about it. It's not just beautiful, it's breathtaking.  

The view out the window at McDonalds, where we used to meet for our morning coffee.

It's a slow day in the news department on Pentoga Road. Now that we're heading towards the end of winter (not there yet) I've pretty much forsaken ice fishing and other outside activities for working on summer-related projects; currently, the strawberry pyramids.

The problem in making a pyramid lies with the angles, lots and lots of angles... millions of them, possibly trillions. 

I never liked geometry or algebra. In fact, I flunked algebra once and geometry twice in high school, prompting my counselor, an old battle axe of a woman, to tell me not to bother to apply for college, that no one would want me and I'd never amount to anything anyway. 

I remember telling my geometry teacher that I didn't need what he was teaching as I was already proficient in reading, writing, and arithmetic. Anything else was a waste of my invaluable brain power. Besides, I was pretty smart, almost brilliant, back then and knew about everything there was to know. All you had to do was ask me.

It's too bad I didn't pay enough attention in my math classes to learn how to (as Sargie says) "cipher" angles. On the other hand, as in yesterday's case, I had a question about a setting for a certain angle and typed it into Google. The answer popped up within seconds. Maybe it's a good thing I saved a bit of brain power for fishing, hunting, trapping, gardening, and... oh yes, forty-two years of teaching.



I was on a roll Wednesday and the angles were being cut and boards attached at neck-breaking speed. I finished one side, then another, and before I knew it, it was mid afternoon and I'd finished the third planter. It was built in two days, a record for me.

Though my eyes were ready to drop onto the floor, I was happy to move the pyramid into the barn and clean the shop. It's ready for action when we return home from Garry and Jody's late next week.



I took the time before dark to plow the drive as another inch of light snow had fallen and another load of wood was brought into the house. It was time to call it a day.

Sargie was home early last night and we had a great time watching tv, talking, and enjoying each other's company. She closes tonight, so unfortunately, we won't have much of an evening.

I'm heading into town after while for a few errands. Other than that, I'll be packing and doing whatever it is people do the day before they leave on vacation.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

A full tummy makes Ivy a happy girl