Husband. Dad to 5. Student Ministry Pastor. Follower of Jesus. Yatta yatta.

BECOMING A WILDLIFE OBSERVER


We spent some time at Clam Lagoon, seems like ever time we drove by we saw some different animal in it. Sometimes it was birds. Sometimes it was the seals. Sometimes it was the otters… sometimes I’m pretty sure they thought it was us.

BECOMING A BERING SEA EXPLORER

After patroling the old roads on our cloudy and drizzling day 3, we decided to take a drive out to the back side of Mt. Moffett and go for a short hike to the shores of the open Bering Sea. While the view was not as “amazing” as the one from the top of Mt. Moffett, it was my favorite of the week. The birds. The crystal clear sea water. The cliffs. The long wind blown and grass covered mountain sides. All of it was beautiful. If I was going to live on this island. I’d live over there. Here’s the photos in a collage and a few I pulled out full size.


BECOMING A NAVAL HISTORIAN

One of the things my Dad and I did was tour the island’s old buildings. Some date back to the days of World War II when the island was first turned into a base for the Navy and they go all the way up to 1997 when the Navy eventually closed up shop on the Island and turned the land and buildings over to the native Aleut people.

Lots has changed over those years and some was sad to see (destroyed by neglect or vandalism) and some was fun to explore (old and rich with heritage). We drove the dirt and gravel roads in our rented beater four wheel drive early 80’s suburban- no mufflers, no plates, and lots of rattles, but it did the trick all week (even took it mud bogging in the rain. Yeah boy.) Here’s the pics.


BECOMING A FISHERMAN

I fished a lot as a kid in streams during the summer. Mostly really small fish. So, it doesn’t take a lot to please me. Give me a pole, a river, and somewhere to hike next to cold water and I’m good for days. I really enjoyed fishing in the lakes and streams of Adak. There were some salt water dolly varden trout that were starting to run up the streams- and most were between 14 and 16 inches long and put up a pretty good fight… they even jump a little which is cool. Most we threw back. Some we kept… to watch the eagles eat and to eat ourselves. Yahoo for fishing!


BECOMING A BOTANIST

I even took pictures of plants. I have to confess, I do this a lot. If we go to Disneyland, I take pictures of my family- and the plants. I do it at the San Diego Zoo. I do it all over the place. I think it’s a disease I caught as a post 30 home owner who does his own gardening. But for whatever the reason of this metamorphosis going on inside me, here’s the photos I took. Like the birds, I have no idea what most of them are.

(photographers note: almost all the flowers in this set and the ones above are about the size of a pencil eraser head. Like really really really small… but beautiful and plentiful. Due to the high winds and the extreme cold, the island has no native trees on it. Every plant is knee high or lower)