Workin' the trap line.
Ice crystals on the Yukon.
Powdery snow, slow smoked BBQ, axe chopped wood, old pickup trucks.... 🎶 These are a few of my favorite things. 🎶
Butcherin' the Thanksgiving hog. Y'all get ready for some BBQ! Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
Gettin' our dance on.
Fire and snow.
Old time cellar.
I posted a new story about living one day in a native bush village in Alaska. If you have interest, you can find it on my blog: mattwdawson.blogspot.com Enjoy amigos!
Winter is coming...
da plane Boss, da plane.... Everything in town arrives via plane and the routine is rather spectacular: - The plane flies over to announce its arrival. - Everyone drops what their doing and dashes to one of the four trucks in town; each sprints to the runway. - We wait for the plane to taxi to the little fuel shed (it has already landed). - Trucks stand their distance, waiting like vultures for the propellers to stop. - Once engines stop, the trucks arrange themselves pell-mell around the plane to unload our newly arrived goodies.... Guitar and bear spray in the wing, generator parts in the nose, canned juice and dog food in the cabin. - After everything is off-loaded, we load the plane back up. Frozen salmon in the wing, borrowed tools in the cabin, gifts in the nose. There isn't a pattern, but there is rhythm to the chaos. There isn't much talking, but there is good humor. - The plane starts it's engines as trucks trek back to town, much slower on the return now that they are loaded with cargo. - The plane engines start to whine as they reach speed and our lifeline slowly rises back over the river.
Fish wheel at sunset
If these walls could talk... - This map of mine claims has been stapled to the wall of the cabin long enough to have absorbed the wood grain of the log behind it.
One of the most Alaskan of pastimes.... picking berries! These are the season's last highbush cranberries. They aren't a true cranberry, but that's we call them 'round here. These little guys are amazing! They are very high in Vitamin A and C (a small handful contains 25% of the daily requirements for both vitamins), and highbush have seven times as many antioxidants as a blueberry or goji berry. And best of all, they taste great! (Nothing like a 'lil bit of highbush syrup on a mess of flapjacks!)
Ridgeline at golden hour
Family of beavers (3 of 8)
Remnants of older times
Highbush cranberry syrup
The road into town
Old mining cabin
The tales this ol' lady would tell....
Reflections on an Alaskan afternoon.
Camping + sunset + lake = amazing (One of my favorite equations)
c'mon in... the water's warm
Lakes, rocks, and clouds at tree line.
Utah... there just ain't no place like home.
I fish because I love to; I love the environs that trout are found, which are invariably beautiful, and hate the environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly; Because, in a world where most men spend their lives doing things they hate, my fishing is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion; Because trout do not lie or cheat and cannot be bought or bribed or impressed by power, but respond only to quietude and humility and endless patience; Because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip; Because mercifully there are no telephones on fishing waters; Because of all the television commercials, cocktail parties, and assorted social posturing I thus escape; Because only in the woods can I find solitude without loneliness; Because bourbon out of an old tin cup tastes better out there; Because maybe someday I will catch a mermaid; And, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many other concerns of men are equally unimportant - and not nearly so much fun. -John D. Voelker (1964, pen name: Robert Traver) in Anatomy of a Fisherman.
Hard to ask for a better swimmin' hole
Steppin' back into the old west
Back in the Southwest
Rainy day explorations
Church/defensive structure in Andora
Rome from above