Playing Catch-Up and Reflections on Time

Here I am, blogging after an absence of almost two weeks.  The past few weeks have seen a fair amount of rain . . . I can remember walking with Chico through the valley to the trail leading to the base of Pyramid last week and noticing the ground was just littered with dead earthworms, driven from the water saturated ground.  I think the fact I was looking at the ground instead of the beautiful vistas all around me  demonstrates a certain inward thinking, an internal taking stock and prioritization.  The addition of Fire Fighter I school has really crunched my schedule - finding time for another 25 to 30 hours a week when I already work 80 hours is a tall order, and it will continue until August.  Also last week there was a huge ball of baby bairdi crab by the dock, maybe three feet across comprised of thousands of crabs.  Around this time of year this a common sight if you look closely along the shoreline.

I suppose they think they are bunching together because there is safety in numbers - to me, it looks like an underwater buffet table . . .

You can see the crab ball was just a few feet off shore in just a few feet of water.

I cooked breakfast burritos and basic breakfast potatoes for Goldfish out of the Pioneer Woman cookbook, another great recipe that I really should have cut in half - we had leftovers for days.

The good weather finally showed up and everyone got out to play.  Lots of activity at the boat launches, pickup games at the outdoor basketball court, folks walking and jogging and riding their bikes.  We even have a few jet skis out here - of course the riders are wearing a drysuit or arctic neoprene because the Bering Sea is still cold, no matter how inviting it looks.

This goes to show that you can go by something a hundred times and still see something new - I really like how the Mariner fleet, rafted alongside the dock at work, look from the base of Bunker Hill, everything just ties together into a nice composition.

We brought Chico out a couple times to Morris Cove to see the horses and check the beaches.  Such a beautiful pup!

The horses look like they had a good winter.  I know the cattle on the ranch on the next island to the west eat seaweed sometimes, said to have the same protein value as soybeans - I wonder if horses ever try that?

Anyways, I have to get to bed.  Lots more to blog about but my head seems empty tonight - or perhaps too full . . . . cheers, I'll try to post more often!