<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:11:19.470-08:00</updated><category term='Autumn'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Baldy in March'/><category term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>DeKayed Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>What the DeKay family in Alaska has been up to.  More or less.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-8912015774899182228</id><published>2009-10-04T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T03:45:39.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumnal Somnolescence</title><content type='html'>There are those who might say that I don't post often enough, but I counted and I have 12 posts.  Many would say that is plenty.  Like me.  But I suppose that for the interested....or bored....it is time for another.  Since the excitement of our camping trip, we covered a lot of territory.  Dip netting, for instance. We made tw&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmJ7a9oyRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YV8zbnCXV2k/s1600-h/100_0835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmJ7a9oyRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YV8zbnCXV2k/s320/100_0835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388990083068643602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o separate and only somewhat productive trips back to the Kenai to harvest the bounty of the Red Salmon run.  We try and do it every July 18 or &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmKHWSJ8KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PkM9T09wSeA/s1600-h/100_0836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmKHWSJ8KI/AAAAAAAAAU0/PkM9T09wSeA/s320/100_0836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388990287970955426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so.   This year the fish didn't choose to return in large numbers overall and certainly not on the days we picked.  We did wind up with in the neighborhood of 50 fish which we hauled home, processed and froze.  We even ate a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that I can't get enough of concrete work.  Two years ago I had built a set of concrete steps that stepped up the hill that the steps out of the back door of the garage emptied out on.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmKeV2cQLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wy2j1u8QQ2w/s1600-h/IMG_0108.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmKeV2cQLI/AAAAAAAAAU8/wy2j1u8QQ2w/s320/IMG_0108.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388990682991706290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year I decided that I didn't need to go all the way down the steps from the garage and then back up again, so I poured a slab that connected the two and eliminated the bottom two steps.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmK0pQuYwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/W1w6YZ3ySzk/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmK0pQuYwI/AAAAAAAAAVE/W1w6YZ3ySzk/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388991066159342338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After examining that again, I couldn't figure out why I had missed the fact that I wouldn't need to go down at all if I just eliminated the steps and poured the slab all the way across.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmLGkiuBGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gboqyYtM6mo/s1600-h/IMG_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmLGkiuBGI/AAAAAAAAAVM/gboqyYtM6mo/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388991374130283618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then once I got that poured, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmLSIJLRYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7YrbDuWeYSk/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmLSIJLRYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7YrbDuWeYSk/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388991572665386370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realized how nice it would be if there were a patio extending away from the house at the same level as the slab that eliminate the steps altogether. As you can tell, there were several episodes of form-building, concrete mixing, pouring, and finishing.  And now that it's done, I can't see why I didn't just do that in the first place.  Its a learning thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQGvqF6UI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KB9w-zid6dk/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQGvqF6UI/AAAAAAAAAWs/KB9w-zid6dk/s320/IMG_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388996874672138562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've continued my Baldy adventures.  I pretend that I climb twice a week.  Realistically, I probably do get up the mountain once a week, and the views have been beautiful this fall.  As the blueberries and high&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmLxgXtm1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GTDNYPAivws/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmLxgXtm1I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GTDNYPAivws/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388992111744752466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bush cranberries have turned pink and red, the hills have been alive with color.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMEBUbEKI/AAAAAAAAAVs/i_G0BRgPY8w/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMEBUbEKI/AAAAAAAAAVs/i_G0BRgPY8w/s320/IMG_0195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388992429826969762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The clouds rolling in and out have been dramatic.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQGUmqIXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PCJF4xjpl0A/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQGUmqIXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/PCJF4xjpl0A/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388996867409977714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our home is often masked by the clouds for a short time, and then is on top of the clouds while the rest of the city is beneath them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQFkXqwrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1uo2Ku4yYJo/s1600-h/IMG_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQFkXqwrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1uo2Ku4yYJo/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388996854462202546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My constant companion for my Baldy hikes is our old dog, Raisin.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMsznJHfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/U2jOvatlTl8/s1600-h/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMsznJHfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/U2jOvatlTl8/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388993130522025458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend gave her to us about 12 years ago, and she is a little the worse for wear, as we all are. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMtco8NgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VVJrPlqmggM/s1600-h/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMtco8NgI/AAAAAAAAAV8/VVJrPlqmggM/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388993141535421954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She doesn't necessarily climb at my pace, but she is always not far behind.  I don't even always go get her, but she knows.  Last week, Robert and Curtis and I went to hike a 6 hour loop up to the mountain tops and down to the depths of the valleys.  We didn't go get her because I was a little concerned about her making the trip.  We stopped for a break about 1500 feet up and 2 miles or so away.  As we sat there eating, she showed up ready to help us eat.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMtzE0gaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HOdYChIT6zE/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMtzE0gaI/AAAAAAAAAWE/HOdYChIT6zE/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388993147557937570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is deaf and doesn't see well, but her nose still works very well.   &lt;a href="http://bbs.keyhole.com/ubb/ubbthreads.php?ubb=showflat&amp;amp;Number=1262983#Post1262983"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the Google Earth link, by the way, to our hike.  If you click on the link and open it with Google Earth, and then execute the path, you will get an automated tour of the mountains and valleys along our hike.  Pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The termination dust (snow on the mountain tops for those of you not from Alaska) is coming down the mountains.  We have had snow here twice so far and it won't be too long.  I still have a lot of winter preparation to do, so I wouldn't complain if it were a while, but I'm afraid it will be here sooner than I am ready for.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMuRMvtYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7PyyVLpC2r8/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmMuRMvtYI/AAAAAAAAAWU/7PyyVLpC2r8/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388993155644241282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQGzh6GOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/W-P2tHHU3qg/s1600-h/IMG_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQGzh6GOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/W-P2tHHU3qg/s320/IMG_0298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388996875711551714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our garden has produced well this summer and we just harvested everything a week ago.  Beverly has been trying to can and dehydrate and freeze the produce.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQMakC_TI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tJ3gqcrHbfg/s1600-h/IMG_0205.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQMakC_TI/AAAAAAAAAXE/tJ3gqcrHbfg/s320/IMG_0205.JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388996972088851762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made 39 quarts of applesauce and canned 79 jars of green chili that Beverly's parents brought up from Arizona.  We have been eating the salads and potatoes and the grandkids ate the strawberries all summer long.  Beverly made blueberry syrup and jam and strawberry jam whenever the kids picked too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has wonderfully blessed us with health and happiness and the bounty of the land.  May you have his choicest blessings upon you.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQHZxJ1lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tBY7MWvZkZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmQHZxJ1lI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tBY7MWvZkZ4/s320/IMG_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388996885976045138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-8912015774899182228?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/8912015774899182228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=8912015774899182228' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/8912015774899182228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/8912015774899182228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2009/10/autumnal-somnolescence.html' title='Autumnal Somnolescence'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SsmJ7a9oyRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/YV8zbnCXV2k/s72-c/100_0835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-7110050299893537317</id><published>2009-07-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:33:06.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnVsthh0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/tW_ZHa9vN40/s1600-h/group+pic_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnVsthh0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/tW_ZHa9vN40/s320/group+pic_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357849066675996482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the summer to remember.  Our daily temperatures have been 70's and 80's since the end of May, and that is unheard of here.  Last year we never really got a summer, but we are making up for it now.  My biggest worry is that all the visitors will think this is normal and will all want to move up here and the next thing you know......California.   Pretty soon we'll have even more people from outside telling us how to live and what resources we should use and how we should treat our animals.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmndOlbxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Ud3_kvIJK0c/s1600-h/papa+and+kids_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmndOlbxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Ud3_kvIJK0c/s320/papa+and+kids_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357848272245714706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It would seem to the logical mind that having bears in downtown Anchorage is not a good idea as they tend to kill and eat things smaller than they are...like children.  Those who know better than we however, preach the live and let live philosophy.  They are willing to sacrifice injury or death to an innocent jogger on a bike trail than try to control the bear population.  I deserve the bears;  I live on the border of Chugach State Park.  But those who live in a neighborhood should be able to expect the protection of their governmental authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, enough politicizing.  We have been ever busy.  Beverly's brother and his children, all of our children and grandchildren (except Jonathon who is still on his mission) and two of our Sons-In-Law who had to work joined us on a mega-expedition to Homer and then across Katchemak Bay to Right Beach where we camped for 4 nights.   The weather cooperated and we had a wonderful time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrgM1J7SHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ICV96nIN6bI/s1600-h/Jennifer+Camp_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrgM1J7SHI/AAAAAAAAAN8/ICV96nIN6bI/s320/Jennifer+Camp_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357841217742391410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone got along and we got in a little sea kayaking, hiking, campfiring, cooking, eating, and resting.  We set up a large camp consisting of a Yurt (already there), a screen tent and canopy, a Costco carport, and 5 tents. All 24 of us (8 six and under) kept each other company and just played together.  We got water from a spring and brought the food with us.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmnvgyWPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YD_KuzJDRQ0/s1600-h/ramp_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmnvgyWPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/YD_KuzJDRQ0/s320/ramp_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357848277153896690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;General Beverly who planned and executed the whole endeavor like a military operation planned for every eventuality.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnVTf-mDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_TtvE-4hSHw/s1600-h/After_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnVTf-mDI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_TtvE-4hSHw/s320/After_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357849059908294706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Except that this was the day and time of the lowest tide of the year.  The tide changes 23 feet in a day, and we had to haul all our gear down this ramp, and back up again when we returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Homer, Jennifer and Tyson's family and Mon's family left a day early to try clamming at Ninilchik.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmCGgswbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0zPqht1hAcI/s1600-h/stuck_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmCGgswbI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0zPqht1hAcI/s320/stuck_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357847630492516786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, after clamming, Tyson's truck got stuck in the sand.  After a nailbiting experience for everyone, the tow truck showed up and pulled them out.  Sadly, the tow truck wasn't so lucky.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmBt8DEqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Bl1mxJX8Z7E/s1600-h/Towtruck+resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmBt8DEqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Bl1mxJX8Z7E/s320/Towtruck+resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357847623896339106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Several of us decided to hike to a glacier and it was amazing. The raw energy of that incredible piece of ice moving down through a valley since ages ago has carved the rock  and moved the earth like you wouldn't think possible. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnVCCQf5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Av7eUee5wUQ/s1600-h/stream_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnVCCQf5I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Av7eUee5wUQ/s320/stream_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357849055220236178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ventured out onto the glacier a ways weaving around crevasses and dodging a stream on the ice that looks like it could have been a water slide out of a &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnUyB5taI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PbtK_yK3tx0/s1600-h/Glacier_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnUyB5taI/AAAAAAAAAP0/PbtK_yK3tx0/s320/Glacier_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357849050923775394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;water park....except that it was 32 degrees and ended in a vertical waterfall that would have proved fatal for most adventurers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rebecca, Tyler, and Curtis kayaked back across the bay where we got loaded into our vehicles and headed north for home.  All in all a great trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have worked hard getting the garden into production and it finally is.  We are eating our own lettuce and spinach and radishes and broccoli and whatever else looks like it should be eaten.   The strawberries are starting to ripen and the carrots and cauliflower are growing.  Squash has been a disappointment.  It just likes hotter weather.  Next year we hope to have a greenhouse to grow the hard-to-raise stuff in.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/Slrrkz_pjTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YJYl_UuODR0/s1600-h/IMG_3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/Slrrkz_pjTI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YJYl_UuODR0/s320/IMG_3309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357853724375616818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth of July we stayed home and I built a barrel train for the grandkids.  My brother-in-law, Kent Larson, built one for his grandkids in Safford, AZ and I was so jealous that I spent two days getting it together, but the kids seem to like it.  Now we just have to deal with taking them for a ride every time we see any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrqZjTgfxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G_vPbaciv5M/s1600-h/Talkeetna+Trip+012_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrqZjTgfxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/G_vPbaciv5M/s320/Talkeetna+Trip+012_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357852431405317906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Beverly and I put aside all our guilt feelings of selfishness and went out to the cabin Thursday night.  We hadn't been there since January and it was overgrown a bit.  The bear had clawed through one corner again so I had to do a little repair work, but generally we stayed completely unoccupied for two days and got home about 11:30 PM Saturday...just in time to prepare for Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord continues to bless us and we pray that he will continue to do so as we serve Him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmnOr5WeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wfj85AL7vk8/s1600-h/Sunset+Camp_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 360px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrmnOr5WeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wfj85AL7vk8/s320/Sunset+Camp_resize.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357848268342122978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-7110050299893537317?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7110050299893537317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=7110050299893537317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/7110050299893537317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/7110050299893537317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2009/07/beautiful-summertime.html' title='Beautiful Summertime'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SlrnVsthh0I/AAAAAAAAAQM/tW_ZHa9vN40/s72-c/group+pic_resize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-1703767953131674196</id><published>2009-06-14T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:42:59.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-June With Summer Racing By.......</title><content type='html'>Here it is.  My irregular catch up on what is going on in our world.  In our last episode, you remember that Beverly had gone to help Sarah have a baby.  That worked out and now Sarah is coming to visit this week.  In fact, Beverly's brother, Mons and his sons are also coming to visit along with Rebecca and Sarah's husband, Chris.  If you hadn't guessed, Beverly has engineered a Family Vacation/Reunion in Katchemak Bay out of Homer.  Including the outsiders and those that live here, we will have about 24 souls to haul to Homer, get across the bay to Right Beach where we will camp and kayak and hike and fish and whatever else we feel like for about 5 days. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXbgBNHCHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dpT9zx0MYbg/s1600-h/2009-06-05+13-50-43+-+IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXbgBNHCHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dpT9zx0MYbg/s320/2009-06-05+13-50-43+-+IMG_1262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421475698051186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hope to get in a little clamming as well as general sight-seeing.  We are feverishly working on all the details including getting the gear in shape for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Carolyn and Curtis had a birthday party here for Cayden that was described by the mothers as "brilliant".   They had me dump a couple of loader buckets of dirt in a pile and then invited the boys to a Tonka  Truck Birthday Party.  The kids brought their own Tonkas and dug in the dirt pile for hidden Hot Wheels.  I was recruited to give loader rides to the kids, and afterwards they had cake and ice cream served from a dump truck in the garage.  The perfect no-mess party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXbNAs_vrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mV4WTeH3hOs/s1600-h/Front+Flower+Garden.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXbNAs_vrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mV4WTeH3hOs/s320/Front+Flower+Garden.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421149145841330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides partying, there is still the gardening, earth moving, manure collection and compost building, working, vehicle repairing, and today camera repairing.  We have most everything planted in the garden now.  In fact, it was planted in mid-May but it  gets off to a slow start here.  Beverly has been working on her flower garden and it looks beautiful.  My neighbor has horses and I inquired about their poop, because as you might imagine, horse manure makes good fertilizer a year or so later.  They told me I could have all I wanted so I took the equipment down there and brought home 3 dump truck loads and should have brought more.  And it is good poop, too. Well composted and ready to use. I thought I would be able to mix it with the leaves and grass my friend Jeff brings me from his lawn service, but I was too greedy and started to put it right on the garden.  The leaf and grass pile&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXeSmTdSHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5HTI8qWPQL4/s1600-h/2009-06-14+18-45-16+-+IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXeSmTdSHI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5HTI8qWPQL4/s320/2009-06-14+18-45-16+-+IMG_1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347424543673501810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has grown huge.  About 12 feet tall and 18 feet in diameter.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXbR0MEjaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NyXtssX0ycg/s1600-h/Strawberry+Bed.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXbR0MEjaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NyXtssX0ycg/s320/Strawberry+Bed.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347421231685864866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our strawberry beds have greened up nicely and I got the rest of the culverts in the side of the hill for apple trees.  Unfortunately, mice invaded the apple trees I had grafted over the past three years and stripped the bark off of all of them, so this week I plan to buy some from some friends that have some extras to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My old faithful Fuji Finepix 602 Zoom camera was injured a while back and quit working, but I found a website with great pictures and explanations for disassembly, so I have taken it apart into little pieces, repaired the defect, and now am ready to put it back together.  Wish me luck.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXd6p1_0aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4z0sBu47O_s/s1600-h/2009-06-14+20-26-27+-+IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 474px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXd6p1_0aI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4z0sBu47O_s/s320/2009-06-14+20-26-27+-+IMG_1303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347424132306817442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-1703767953131674196?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1703767953131674196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=1703767953131674196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/1703767953131674196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/1703767953131674196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2009/06/mid-june-with-summer-racing-by.html' title='Mid-June With Summer Racing By.......'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXbgBNHCHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dpT9zx0MYbg/s72-c/2009-06-05+13-50-43+-+IMG_1262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-1739553048982021328</id><published>2009-05-25T12:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:00:43.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXUK9xkunI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kgpqJIS8DBE/s1600-h/Garden.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXUK9xkunI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kgpqJIS8DBE/s320/Garden.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347413417418603122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been informed by virtually everyone that cares that I have not made a blog entry for some time.  Guilty as charged.  Spring has been busy and we have had the most beautiful of springs.  The entire month of May has been in the 50s and 60s almost every day.  Last year we didn't hit 60 until mid-June, and then only had about 5 days over 60 all summer.  Consequently, I have been inspired to work on my outdoor projects, of which there are many.  We expanded the garden and invited the kids up to plant and tend two rows a piece for their families.  I have worked on my mechanical junk to get and keep it running.  I put 6  planting wells in the side of a hill to plant apple trees.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXTeLOOeZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EaIBdjn6DQ4/s1600-h/Rock+Wall+and+culvert.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXTeLOOeZI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EaIBdjn6DQ4/s320/Rock+Wall+and+culvert.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347412647934327186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My bees arrived and I got them hived and have been babying them while they get up to fighting strength.  I got enough for two hives this year.  I'm not sure why.  I have been accumulating a huge pile of compost from a friend with a lawn service who brings me the yard waste.  I have to stir it with the excavator to keep it cooking.  I have been working on a rock wall to keep the slough from the cut bank from eroding.  I've continued to climb Baldy twice a week, and I still have a job so have been working on the side there.  Sarah had a baby on May  17th and Beverly has been in Colorado Springs with her for the past two weeks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXUgk8QTCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ipxqjaw_eWs/s1600-h/Bees.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXUgk8QTCI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Ipxqjaw_eWs/s320/Bees.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347413788709637154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Finally, being the Bishop of our ward has had its own time demands.   This tiny list of the accomplished pales in comparison with the list of things I have yet to do.  And you should be gratified that this blog entry sprang to the top of the list this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say things that keep you engaged keep your mind and body young.  My mind feels young enough, but I can tell that the body isn't as young as it used to be.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXVPgoNsXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M9UnN5ce4rE/s1600-h/Sarah+and+Dallin.jpg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXVPgoNsXI/AAAAAAAAAIw/M9UnN5ce4rE/s320/Sarah+and+Dallin.jpg.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347414595005690226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids are coming over for a Memorial Day barbecue this afternoon, but I will post some pictures with this blog entry later.  I promise.  When I have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  OK, I finally had time.  And ambition.  And so on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-1739553048982021328?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1739553048982021328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=1739553048982021328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/1739553048982021328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/1739553048982021328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SjXUK9xkunI/AAAAAAAAAIg/kgpqJIS8DBE/s72-c/Garden.jpg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-657559562836379460</id><published>2009-03-10T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:20:46.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baldy in March'/><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfZvEBNPMI/AAAAAAAAAII/BjpaKhIXzas/s1600-h/DSCF0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfZvEBNPMI/AAAAAAAAAII/BjpaKhIXzas/s320/DSCF0353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953688062672066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a commitment this year.  New years resolutions are fine, but I made my commitment in October.  The commitment was with the 16-18 year old boys in my Ward at church.  We actually committed together that we would climb Mt. Baldy once each month for the entire year.  I had been climbing fairly regularly before that so I was in pretty good shape, for the shape I was in.  Our home happens to be on Baldy, and according to Google Earth, the elevation at our front door is 1912 feet and the top of Baldy is 2992 feet.  For those of you who are Google Earth inclined, there are grid coordinates for the house and the top of Baldy at the end of the post.   Instead of hiking the traditional trail, we start at my front door and go up.  The trek is considerable steeper this way, but the climb is more interesting.    In this photo taken from my office in Eagle River, you see Mt. Baldy and our house is the one on the extreme right side.  We begin climbing up through the woods for several hundred yards and come out into a saddle where you get the first view of the city.  There are beautiful blueberry bushes there and in September, Robert and Bethany and the kids and I picked a bunch right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first hike was up through the frozen blueberries.   There was no snow and we stopped to eat several times, but made the summit, enjoyed the view for a few minutes, and came down again.  The trip up was about 30 or 40 minutes and down was about 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next hike was in November and it was getting dark by then.  We were hiking on a snowy evening in the dark.  Headlamps are useful, but everything is white and the reflected light from the city and the sky makes it reasonably well lit even without.  The night was beautiful and it was ghostly beautiful with the snow and the clouds and the fog and the light.  Two adults and three young men made the ascent that evening.  We adults were fortunate that the young men are patient with us.  The lights of Eagle River and Anchorage make a beautiful sight from half-way up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfL3IGKnhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vqDU82Vv7NA/s1600-h/2008-12-30+17-59-26+-+IMG_1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfL3IGKnhI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vqDU82Vv7NA/s320/2008-12-30+17-59-26+-+IMG_1088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311938433433378322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, we had a hard time finding the right day, but finally did on the 30th.  Actually, only one young man was available, but Nathan and I were undaunted and Nathan on snowshoes and me with my crampons slogged our way up through snow that was hip-deep in places.  It was really cold, like 15 degrees below zero, and my toes got pretty cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f2702230f6ffd5e8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2702230f6ffd5e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331893571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D407FA58BE536105758B1FA51893B495416F61B3F.8258F1B2E13395FDEAE75D3B12600D3A1C14091E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2702230f6ffd5e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7DuiyUdQ1hx_UVL0AcNpa3QwuhI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df2702230f6ffd5e8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331893571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D407FA58BE536105758B1FA51893B495416F61B3F.8258F1B2E13395FDEAE75D3B12600D3A1C14091E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df2702230f6ffd5e8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7DuiyUdQ1hx_UVL0AcNpa3QwuhI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan and I soldiered on through often hip-deep snow and not only were my toes cold, but I was getting a bit tired so I suggested to Nathan that perhaps we should consider turning around.  He then uttered those immortal words, "Bishop, I didn't come this far to turn around half-way to the top."  Totally humiliated, I kept climbing for another half hour, but it was by then getting late and my toes were really cold.  I prevailed on his better judgment and he saw the wisdom of not having to carry me down, so we turned around and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February's climb followed a thaw and a freeze so the surface was crusty and crampons seemed right for two of us, the other two choosing just boots with ice axes.  The summit was  breathtaking and the whole trip took about two and a half hours, and sliding down was a carnival ride.  Unfortunately I forgot my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The March climb&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfSej_mBII/AAAAAAAAAHY/u0Jtoh7tdrA/s1600-h/2007-02-05+13-15-43+-+000_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfSej_mBII/AAAAAAAAAHY/u0Jtoh7tdrA/s320/2007-02-05+13-15-43+-+000_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311945708006671490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with the boys hasn't happened yet, but my son, Robert, and I decided to give it a go last Saturday.  We donned our crampons and after trudging through the soft snow through the woods, we came out on the sunny, crusty south-west face and crunched our way to the top where we spend some time admiring the view and refastening the crampons which had had some problems staying on.  Retying crampons in foot deep snow with icy fingers isn't much fun.  Anyway, from the top I could hear a far-away voice and when I looked down toward the house, I could just make out a pink object on the front porch.  I called Beverly on the cell and sure enough, she had seen us and wanted us to know it.  From the top the house is due south and here is a close up of it from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfWCmxPHHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3-pzIqcAKj4/s1600-h/2007-02-05+13-56-36+-+000_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfWCmxPHHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3-pzIqcAKj4/s320/2007-02-05+13-56-36+-+000_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311949625761930354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These other three pictures are to the north of Blacktail ridge.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfXAHjDZhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YxCbseaOlPs/s1600-h/2007-02-05+13-56-56+-+000_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfXAHjDZhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YxCbseaOlPs/s320/2007-02-05+13-56-56+-+000_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311950682532832786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfXJiRx7jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3pUVGQCR6-k/s1600-h/2007-02-05+13-57-05+-+000_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfXJiRx7jI/AAAAAAAAAH4/3pUVGQCR6-k/s320/2007-02-05+13-57-05+-+000_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311950844326964786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       And to the west of Eagle River and the Knik arm of Cook Inlet.                                                                 We made the trip down in short order using ice axes to self-arrest and control our &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfXggna1vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kV8itef-oZk/s1600-h/2007-02-05+13-58-47+-+000_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfXggna1vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kV8itef-oZk/s320/2007-02-05+13-58-47+-+000_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311951239017846514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slide.  The year isn't over and the differences on each climb are interesting.  It is sometimes difficult to predict what the proper gear is, but we have found on each occasion that it is way too easy to overdress as climbing straight up is a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grid Coordinates for our home are :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfXggna1vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kV8itef-oZk/s1600-h/2007-02-05+13-58-47+-+000_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;61°19'54.39"N 149°30'1.88"W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grid Coordinates for the top of Mt. Baldy are:&lt;br /&gt;61°20'9.53"N 149°29'34.81"W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you paste these coordinates in to the Google Earth search bar, it will take you right there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-657559562836379460?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f2702230f6ffd5e8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/657559562836379460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=657559562836379460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/657559562836379460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/657559562836379460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2009/03/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SbfZvEBNPMI/AAAAAAAAAII/BjpaKhIXzas/s72-c/DSCF0353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-6503275005621999337</id><published>2009-01-07T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:39:36.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frigidly Yours</title><content type='html'>Global warming continues to disappoint.  We are convinced it is our turn!  How great to extend our growing season and enjoy a bit warmer winter, but since Algore began pushing his agenda, we have had colder summers and colder winters.  Is that fair?  You don't suppose old Al is more interested in making money on selling carbon credits by scaring the world than anything else?  Last year everyone was freaked out about the Arctic ice pack melting and being at low levels, but this year the ice levels are what they were in 1979.  Go Figure.  Anyway, thats not exactly what I came to tell you about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas brought us some frigid temperatures which hung around for about 3 weeks.  We don't ususally get temperatures quite that cold. How cold,you ask?  Well, the high was in the neighborhood of 17 below zero.  I had to wear a hat!  And my hat hair is not a pretty site, which meant I even had to comb my hair!  Many were complaining that their heaters would not keep up with the demand.   I was shocked to find temperatures of 60 degrees in my office when I came in in the morning.  Needless to say, we didn't get much done outside during that period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the Chinook came through and all the ice that had formed during the cold melted.  A layer of water on top of ice equals........Slipperiness.  School was canceled for three days because the roads were disastrous.   The parking lots were so slick and the wind was so bad that cars would blow across the lot.  We have seen that before, but this was definitely the worst.  I put chains on my car and I never really had a problem, but with school out the parents of our patients all wanted their children seen despite the weather, so I had to work the whole time.  How sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain finally went away and I sanded our driveway with three loads of sand and now we are back to normal. The average temperature in January is about 10 degrees.  The days are getting longer.  Except for the snow all over and the temperatures, you would be tempted to think about Spring coming.  How exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-6503275005621999337?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/6503275005621999337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=6503275005621999337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/6503275005621999337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/6503275005621999337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2009/01/frigidly-yours.html' title='Frigidly Yours'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-7180512380201943584</id><published>2008-12-21T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:33:53.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU8_khquYyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OXXDJ4FlWrw/s1600-h/Eldon+in+the+Parking+Lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU8_khquYyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OXXDJ4FlWrw/s320/Eldon+in+the+Parking+Lot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282510784674292514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU8-nn0YihI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_nIAkIbMbDQ/s1600-h/Beverly+in+the+parking+lot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU8-nn0YihI/AAAAAAAAAFY/_nIAkIbMbDQ/s320/Beverly+in+the+parking+lot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282509738353396242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not sure how it happened, but I completely missed the month of November.  I'm sure lots of important things happened in November, but most of them are slipping my mind right now.  Talkeetna seems to have been the subject of several of these blogs, and Beverly and I decided to celebrate Thanksgiving at the cabin, so we loaded up the trailer with two snow machines and a cargo sled and drove up the highway uneventfully.  We made the trip in to the cabin in the dark on a trail that hadn't had hardly any use, and other than getting one machine stuck for a while right outside the cabin property, we had a nice time together and even cooked mini-turkeys (Cornish Game Hens) in the wood stove for Thanksgiving dinner a day late.  The bear put a small hole in the surface of the cabin and we didn't realize it until the floor kept getting wet. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU9B5Cq6U0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/WKCXMucge9Y/s1600-h/Bear+hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU9B5Cq6U0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/WKCXMucge9Y/s320/Bear+hole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282513336154084162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I finally patched the wall and we kept up a dizzying pace of reading, watching movies on the portable DVD player, and relaxing.  The trip home was also uneventful.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU9CXn6pldI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-Rz_iddltWI/s1600-h/Outhouse+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU9CXn6pldI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-Rz_iddltWI/s320/Outhouse+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282513861548283346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   &lt;br /&gt;The month of December has been a little more hectic.  Shawn and Rebecca got home from their visit to Idaho (Shawn is home from Iraq, by the way) on Wednesday, and on Friday, the 5th of December we loaded up all the kids and grandkids in 3 or 4 vehicles and after an hour or so of paperwork, secured the permits to cut Christmas trees on Ft. Richardson.  There were lots of nice trees, and Beverly and I opted for a tree that we calculated would fit in our atrium.  In fact,  I paced it off once it was on the ground and cut it off, wrapped it up in a tarp, and heaved it onto the ladder rack on Tyson's truck.  We got it home and since we had enough help with everyone there, we brought it right in and measured it again, and without further cutting, put the stand on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU87qKDgC_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WqXSod32zuc/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+Lit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU87qKDgC_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/WqXSod32zuc/s320/Christmas+Tree+Lit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282506483368463346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it and stood it up. The ceiling is 24 feet and the tree was 23 feet 6" after adjusting the very top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU870XZVSzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ufglwff7j5k/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+Ornamented.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU870XZVSzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ufglwff7j5k/s320/Christmas+Tree+Ornamented.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282506658748386098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the angel, so it fit perfectly.  I swore last year that I wouldn't go quite so tall again, but it fit, so what could I do.   The snow then started to melt off the tree, ran down the trunk and filled the stand to overflowing, so we mopped up water for a while.   I spent parts of the next three days repairing light strings, lighting the tree, and putting up the ornaments and after it was all done, it was...and is... quite beautiful. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU88BADnBoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v7vY9TNuGrY/s1600-h/Christmas+Tree+from+the+valley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU88BADnBoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/v7vY9TNuGrY/s320/Christmas+Tree+from+the+valley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282506875821557378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   The top two pictures are of the tree lit and then ornamented.  The last one is the view from outside in the valley below the house.  Wait till it comes to taking it down...but that's another story.  Anyway, the next night was the ward Christmas party at church which was fun and for which Beverly did lots of cooking.  She also was very busy with her cub scout den for 3 meetings this month, held a gourmet cooking class here for the ladies from church, organized everything non-musical for the high school choir concert on the 12th (costumes, choir trip, visits to the grade schools, tickets for the concert, etc.), and then did all the shopping and cooking for our office Christmas party on the 19th (prime rib and lots of yummy desserts).  We had an adult Chrismas party for our church group at a lodge near here and had waffles, and now we are in coast mode until Christmas eve when we will have our traditional Christmas eve program for which we have invited about 40 people.  I love Christmas, but I am always worn out by the time it gets here.  Today was the Christmas program at church and Jennifer directed the choir in two beautiful numbers and the spoken and musical messages all testified of Christ, his birth, mortal ministry, atonement and resurrection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday and Friday at work we held our deband party where we had scheduled 7 and 6 patients on the two days to get their braces off as Christmas presents to them.  Now the end of the year brings closing out the books and doing the end of the year payroll.  Beverly is the bookkeeper so that will keep us both a little busy.  Our website for the practice is just about ready to kick off.  You can see the temporary site now, but in about two weeks the full site in all it's glory can be found at www.erortho.com .  Come and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had planned for Sarah and Chris to join us for Christmas, but thanks to the Global Warming, snow has been dumping from Colorado to Seattle and literally hundreds of flights have been cancelled including theirs, so we still don't know if they will make it.  We hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has blessed us beyond our ability to measure.  We are so fortunate to have our wonderful family; parents, children and grandchildren, our health, our faith, our country and even our occupation.  We wish you and yours a joyous Christmas and a wonderful and prosperous New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eldon and Beverly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-7180512380201943584?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7180512380201943584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=7180512380201943584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/7180512380201943584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/7180512380201943584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SU8_khquYyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OXXDJ4FlWrw/s72-c/Eldon+in+the+Parking+Lot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-7013322759625613868</id><published>2008-10-15T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:33:17.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slushes of October</title><content type='html'>Beverly and I have threatened to go out to Talkeetna repeatedly this fall.  She booked me off a week and I was determined to go.  While she was driving up with Rebecca, I told her we were going and so, this past Monday we spent the day finishing up details and getting ready, and...way to late in the day...we left.  I wanted to be gone by noon, but so many things come up and we finally were underway by 5PM.  The disadvantage of leaving late is that you also arrive late, and this late in the year, late means dark.  The drive was uneventful and we were the only vehicle in the parking lot, so we got unloaded and loaded into the 6 wheeler and we took off up the trail.  It didn't take 100 yards for us to find that the trail was going to be wet.  We had rain, then snow, then melt on top temperatures just below freezing which resulted in lots of standing water on the trail.  Some of the water was a foot deep and a hundred yards long.  Because the water is on the verge of freezing, there is a floating mud/snow/slush combination which is pushed along in front of the 6 wheeler like a tidal wave, and flowing along the sides and over the floorboards.  Each time coming out of the water, I would have to sweep 6 inches of slush off the floorboards.   As time went on, it would build up under the gas pedal and the brake making it impossible to push down on the gas or let off on it.  After a while, the cooling system in the 6 wheeler started to fail and 6 miles into the 10 mile trail, it overheated with antifreeze spouting out the top of the reservoir.  I put my thumb over it and scooped the snow out from around the fan, and it eventually cooled down, and we drove on.  The snow was pretty deep the further we went and if you could see behind us, you would have seen the tracks of the differential in the snow.  The 6 wheeler handled amazingly well and we drove right to the cabin, unloaded and chipped some of the caked-on ice off the 6 wheeler, and settled in for the night.  We arrived just after 9 PM, which is about normal-4 hours door-to-door.  We finally went to sleep and relaxed the next day (Tuesday) until I decided to go out and see how the machine had fared.  It started right up, but the front axle wouldn't engage which meant it wouldn't back up very well.  I finally got it turned around and eventually it warmed up enough for the axle to begin working and then I drove up the trail to see what it looked like in the daylight.  About 8 inches of snow had fallen in the night and it was still snowing hard.  I drove up the trail, pushing snow the whole way with the front bumper and thinking that much more snow would high-center us and we would be tromping snow in front of the machine the whole way out.  I returned to the cabin and told Beverly that we needed to leave.  She was thrilled.  Not really.  We both love being out there and it was quite an ordeal getting there.  We wanted our two-day vacation, but turning it into a 6 month vacation with no way out wasn't that attractive and option, so we packed up, loaded up, and started out.  We pushed snow the whole way, except when we were slogging through slushy water.  The engine overheated again, but I discovered that if I kept the engine speed up, it would be OK.  It just got hot if it was left idling.  This meant Ihad drive faster than normal, but the trail was a little smoother with all the snow.  I'm glad we hadn't waited another hour, because the snow was building fast.  When we got to the parking lot, I had to shovel about 8 inches off the trailer before I could load the 6 wheeler, but the truck started normally and we headed for home.  We stopped in Wasilla and had dinner and then came on home.  On the way up to our driveway, we hit an icy patch and not only could we not go up, but we slid back down, so I eased it into a spot on the side of the road with a little room to go around, unloaded the 6 wheeler and the stuff, and came home with the 6 wheeler.  Today I will go put chains on the truck and bring it home.  Another Alaskan adventure!  What could be more fun?&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-794561a706602f51" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D794561a706602f51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331893571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E2CC5C9114B58F31548EA4682DB0CD46CF4CCE5.5C738AF5507A58D3B6BB1956D7E05591735592A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D794561a706602f51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc1co3Y2c5wcHOTUKtteGx7a_ZGo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D794561a706602f51%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331893571%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E2CC5C9114B58F31548EA4682DB0CD46CF4CCE5.5C738AF5507A58D3B6BB1956D7E05591735592A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D794561a706602f51%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dc1co3Y2c5wcHOTUKtteGx7a_ZGo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-7013322759625613868?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=794561a706602f51&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7013322759625613868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=7013322759625613868' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/7013322759625613868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/7013322759625613868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2008/10/slushes-of-october.html' title='The Slushes of October'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-729674814863214278</id><published>2008-10-02T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:10:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone again, naturally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOm-DDRJYoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FhUMU_Q0Of8/s1600-h/DSCF0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOm-DDRJYoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FhUMU_Q0Of8/s320/DSCF0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253939399930503810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gilbert O'Sullivan sang that song about 30 years ago and I still remember the words.  It seems  that it's sentiments are occasionally appropriate.  Like now.  Rebecca has been counting -not crows-but cuckoo birds in Lake Havasu City and Yuma on the Colorado River all summer as I mentioned previously.   Beverly flew down to help her drive home.  She showed up at the airport at 10:00PM on the 28th of September for a 2:45 AM flight hoping to get on a 10:45 flight which had extra seats.  The airline wouldn't allow her to switch because it was not the same day as her scheduled flight (3 hours away).   I guess they haven't discovered that the time thing is continuous.  Anyway, she did get to Phoenix about 3PM the next day and she and Rebecca loaded up the car clear full (with a 400lb. lathe my Dad wanted to send me as well as lots of other stuff) and drove to Safford where they stayed the night.  They drove out  spent the night in Santa Fe and arrived in Colorado Springs to visit  Sarah and Chris.  They plan to leave tomorrow (Monday) morning, spend the night in Driggs, Idaho with Shawn's parents, and then drive North for Alaska, probably spending about 4 days on the road.  No hurry, but today we got 6 inches of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday was my birthday and, although my wife left me, the ladies in my office made a beautiful cake, took me to eat at Red Robbin, gave me some cash and told me I had 20 minutes in Home Depot to spend it, and generally made me feel special for the day.  That evening Robert and Bethany et. al. came over and made me spaghetti and fed me way too well.  Friday Carolyn and I and her kids went apple-picking, and Saturday we spent the day canning applesauce.  Robert and Bethany and family as well as Carolyn and Curtis and family spent the night and we watched General Conference today.  Jennifer and Tyson stayed home as their kids have both had Hand, Foot and Mouth disease and they didn't want to infect anyone.  So, it has been an enlightening week.  The kids have protected me from loneliness, winter arrived, and I got to play with my cute grandchildren.  Catheryn had patience for me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOm-YH0KerI/AAAAAAAAADA/bps--Y4q23I/s1600-h/Catheryn+and+Papa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOm-YH0KerI/AAAAAAAAADA/bps--Y4q23I/s320/Catheryn+and+Papa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253939761928370866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOm-iR5hEeI/AAAAAAAAADI/XhzSVNz3LPA/s1600-h/DSCF0363+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOm-iR5hEeI/AAAAAAAAADI/XhzSVNz3LPA/s320/DSCF0363+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253939936433869282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered from childhood a picture of me under a blanket and I couldn't find it, but Mom did. My other favorite was me sitting up.  Still, these pictures of Catheryn are awfully close.  It is just possible that I was almost that cute once.  Not much danger of that now.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOnBGILjzzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/89BRKXvn4sE/s1600-h/27+Baby+Eldon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOnBGILjzzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/89BRKXvn4sE/s320/27+Baby+Eldon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253942751323737906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOnB8wG2JbI/AAAAAAAAADY/iTKJro3WO_A/s1600-h/Catheryn+and+Blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOnB8wG2JbI/AAAAAAAAADY/iTKJro3WO_A/s320/Catheryn+and+Blanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253943689754322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older kids were popping around like ping pong balls.  It is such a thrill to see them all playing together, enjoying each other. Keith and Rachel fit in well too, when they are not incubating a disease.  Love&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;marches on. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPYG31IKAeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2A19TvfDj4k/s1600-h/Eldon+blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPYG31IKAeI/AAAAAAAAAEU/2A19TvfDj4k/s320/Eldon+blanket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257397171225493986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-729674814863214278?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/729674814863214278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=729674814863214278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/729674814863214278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/729674814863214278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2008/10/alone-again-naturally.html' title='Alone again, naturally'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOm-DDRJYoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FhUMU_Q0Of8/s72-c/DSCF0350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-1508835668842612842</id><published>2008-09-29T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T20:28:40.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know.  Its boring to hear people complain about the weather.  We have weather all over.  It is just that we have had more than our share.  It has rained nearly every day for the past 3 weeks.  Finally, we have had 3 days of sun.  It is just that now that its sunny, its also in the 20's at night and fairly chilly during the day.  I have been taking pictures from my house that show the same view at different times and sometimes on different days and they are pretty dramatic.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCPZAk4R_I/AAAAAAAAACg/LHRtT4IO3gE/s1600-h/DSCF0346+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCPZAk4R_I/AAAAAAAAACg/LHRtT4IO3gE/s320/DSCF0346+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251354825328183282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCO3Nwbt-I/AAAAAAAAACY/euSir4gNveU/s1600-h/DSCF0348+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCO3Nwbt-I/AAAAAAAAACY/euSir4gNveU/s320/DSCF0348+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251354244750751714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCPw8HwbzI/AAAAAAAAACo/ft-8sVrIfkY/s1600-h/DSCF0301+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCPw8HwbzI/AAAAAAAAACo/ft-8sVrIfkY/s320/DSCF0301+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251355236449152818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCQc9WhI0I/AAAAAAAAACw/snp_nG8uEng/s1600-h/DSCF0291+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCQc9WhI0I/AAAAAAAAACw/snp_nG8uEng/s320/DSCF0291+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251355992693744450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also pretty.  The leaves are falling...read that -gone- now....and the three days of autumn are beautiful.  I had the 16-18 year old boys from church spend the night Friday night and we hiked Mt. Baldy (the mountain we live on).  Our goal is to hike it once a month for the entire year, rain or sleet or now or gloom of night.  So far we have made two trips and have taken different routes each time, and the hikes have been quite vertical.  As the snow starts to make the trail slipperier, we may find hiking from the other side with snow shoes will be easier, but coming down just gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took Beverly to the airport.  She is flying to Phoenix where she will meet Rebecca.  Rebecca has, by now, counted every possible Cuckoo bird in Arizona and since she is done, she is coming home.  Beverly is joining her to help her drive.  She is bringing all her stuff, and all the rest of the stuff she can stuff into her car.  They plan to spend 10 days or 2 weeks on the trip and will have great tales to tell, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon is still on his Mission in Uruguay.  We hear from him weekly and he is having a great time preaching the Gospel and loving the people.  He has about another year to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are so blessed by our children and grandchildren and the beautiful place we are fortunate enought to live in, our friends and associates, and the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  Until next time.&lt;br /&gt;Eldon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-1508835668842612842?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/1508835668842612842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=1508835668842612842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/1508835668842612842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/1508835668842612842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SOCPZAk4R_I/AAAAAAAAACg/LHRtT4IO3gE/s72-c/DSCF0346+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-7814826531723151696</id><published>2008-09-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:58:38.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Gone and So Much To Do</title><content type='html'>You who are probably wallowing in global warming wouldn't understand, but the Alaskan Summer is over.  We actually never really had an Alaskan Summer this year.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM2071tTY0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/r8f1qFc4KHA/s1600-h/DSCF0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM2071tTY0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/r8f1qFc4KHA/s320/DSCF0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048081078870850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was more like an Alaskan Teaser.  I actually kept track of our cold weather this year because I became a beekeeper this summer,and bees don't do much unless it is 60 degrees outside.  They are, after all, cold blooded insects.  Anyway, we didn't break 60 until 27-29 May when it was 62 degrees, and not again until the 13th of June.  The closest we got to 70 was 69 degrees on 2 and 4 July.  Since then we have been in the 50's and low to middle 60's.  This is unusual.  You can see how concerned we here in the subarctic are about global warming.  It's our turn.  For all you polar bear worriers, the pack ice decreased last summer, but we added more this year than we had when we started losing it last year.  The planet cycles, but the enviro-wackos don't.  They just file more lawsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert and Bethany and the kids lived with us for a month or so, but moved in to a nice house on Ivy Home Circle off of Tradition right here in Eagle River.  They are very excited and enjoying being in their very own home.  They haven't closed on it yet, but will soon.  Carolyn and Curtis also moved into a duplex in EagleWood and they too are quite happy about the change.  Beverly and I are probably the most pleased because all of our grandchildren live within about 3 miles of us and we see them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM22ANVpecI/AAAAAAAAACA/VKFacAYVFig/s1600-h/DSCF0228edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM22ANVpecI/AAAAAAAAACA/VKFacAYVFig/s320/DSCF0228edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246049255653210562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca  is still in Arizona counting cuckoo birds and she and Beverly will drive up together in the car that Sean bought on Ebay from Iraq.  I guess you have to have something to do in Iraq.  We hope he will be coming home in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah and Chris graduated from BYU Idaho and Beverly and I flew down to attend their graduation ceremony. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM23Qjd8bII/AAAAAAAAACI/d5vVyEfBg_Q/s1600-h/100_0404+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM23Qjd8bII/AAAAAAAAACI/d5vVyEfBg_Q/s320/100_0404+edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246050635983121538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We were very pleased that they had reached this important milestone and that I got to shop at the Military Surplus Store in Idaho Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM24wc8jsLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jXy2Ut3Kl_0/s1600-h/100_0429+DeKay+Mom+and+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM24wc8jsLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/jXy2Ut3Kl_0/s320/100_0429+DeKay+Mom+and+Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246052283499917490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, we stopped for two days to attend a DeKay family reunion north of Seattle 70 miles or so and had a great time reweaving our family ties.  Sarah and Chris moved to Colorado Springs and Chris has found work in the computer field, which happens to be what his degree is in.  They called a few days ago to inform us that Sarah is pregnant and in about 8 months and 1 week should have a new baby, if everything goes according to the normal plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, selfish as we are, look forward to the arrival of another grandbaby with great excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM20WY6ZqkI/AAAAAAAAABw/5ObVgO6epeU/s1600-h/DSCF0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM20WY6ZqkI/AAAAAAAAABw/5ObVgO6epeU/s320/DSCF0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246047437694020162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM2zqadgg9I/AAAAAAAAABo/vQt_sRB5Tfk/s1600-h/DSCF0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM2zqadgg9I/AAAAAAAAABo/vQt_sRB5Tfk/s320/DSCF0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246046682195461074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two most recent babies, Catheryn (above) and Thomas (below) are growing up and have just about escaped the blob stage, so they are becoming much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our lives go on.  Hopefully this post will lessen the criticism I have gotten from my children for being an infrequent poster.  I now only have about a thousand other things to catch up on.  Middle of the winter and I might get it all done.  Or not.  But for now, lots of love from Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;Eldon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-7814826531723151696?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/7814826531723151696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=7814826531723151696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/7814826531723151696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/7814826531723151696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-gone-and-so-much-to-do.html' title='Summer Gone and So Much To Do'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SM2071tTY0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/r8f1qFc4KHA/s72-c/DSCF0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-5441331272111065809</id><published>2008-07-06T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:41:26.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the wilds of Talkeetna</title><content type='html'>The preparation is always the worst.  At least usually.  Two weeks ago, Beverly and I intended to go to our tiny cabin on the Talkeetna river, so we were getting everything together and I happened to begin to grease the 6-wheeler when I found that both front CV boots were broken.  I tore them apart and cleaned them up and found that they were special Heavy Duty Gorilla Axles and CV boots which  I had to order online.  As usual, shipping was as much as the products.  Anyway, I got the boots and installed them, replaced the axles and marveled at the almost zero clearance between the boots and the hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't go to the cabin.  Instead, we went to Kentucky (see the previous post).  Well, Robert and Bethany and Hannah and Winnie came back with us and Beverly and I spent Monday getting ready for the trip while Robert and Bethany looked at houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday afternoon, with everything loaded, we left with the Ranger (6 wheeler) and a ATV trailer on the big trailer pulled behind our long truck, and with two 4-wheelers in a trailer and in the bed of the short truck.  We had an uneventful drive the 100 miles to the Talkeetna parking lot where we dropped the highway vehicles and packed up for the 10 mile ride into the cabin at about 8 PM.  We had Hannah and Winnie and Cassidy with us and they were patient and happy, for the most part.  Only annoyed by the mosquitoes, of which there was ample supply.  About 3 miles into the ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG2FnuH1fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R8_k8T0pnI8/s1600-h/Cass+and+Hannah+in+the+Ferns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG2FnuH1fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R8_k8T0pnI8/s320/Cass+and+Hannah+in+the+Ferns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220153650777150962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on an unexpectedly dry trail (meaning not under water), I chanced to look under the Ranger at the CV boots and the front left had come off the hub which was an unwelcome surprise.  If dirt gets into the joint, it quickly destroys the joint and the trail ahead would probably put the joint under muddy water, so I set about to try and repair it.  I minimally disassembled it and found that I couldn't get it back together, so I wound up jacking the front of the vehicle up by using the winch to hoist it into the air with a tree trunk for support.  I was able to get it all apart (no small feat since my tools were primitive and I had put it together with an impact) and remove the axle, replace the boot with Robert's help, and remanufacture the clamp to hold it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly and Bethany and the girls got tired of swatting the mosquitoes, so they loaded up on the 4 wheelers and left us to fend for ourselves, but by that time I was ready to reassemble which went fast and we got to the cabin at about the same time they did.  Of course I had forgotten the key, but was able to easily pry the padlock from the door with a shove (shhh-don't tell anyone).&lt;br /&gt;We got to bed about 1 AM with Robert and Bethany and their girls in a tent and Cassidy in the loft and Beverly and I in our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't in a hurry to get up the next morning, but did and had a nice breakfast and went outside to figure out where to put the real cabin we will be constructing over the next couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG5xKJeEzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3E4klP73DaI/s1600-h/Cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG5xKJeEzI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3E4klP73DaI/s320/Cabin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220157697287918386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG37xPbNUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/f_G0IWUWrHI/s1600-h/Interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG37xPbNUI/AAAAAAAAAAg/f_G0IWUWrHI/s320/Interior.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220155680557315394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued over two sites and finally decided on one close to our current structure but closer to the edge of the bluff it is situated on.  Robert and I broke out the machete' and chain saw and began to clear the land.  There were 4 large trees that had to come down.  Beverly refused to go into the cabin until they were on the ground because she thought sure we would drop a tree on the cabin.  Given the weighting of the crowns of the trees, two of them fell in the right direction and two fell in the wrong (both safe, just more work to remove) directions.  We bucked the branches and cut them into the right size pieces to use as beams for the base of the cabin, hauled them to our work area, hauled the branches off and I dug one post hole symbolically.  Another 11 will be needed along with more posts and lumber and.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG7ghNr0UI/AAAAAAAAABA/vZlEKR9Qeqc/s1600-h/Carnage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG7ghNr0UI/AAAAAAAAABA/vZlEKR9Qeqc/s320/Carnage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220159610445091138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice lunch at the river on Thursday and Robert debarked a Birch tree and set them around our fire pit, roasted marshmallows, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHHAafD47XI/AAAAAAAAABg/Hz0OXJMp0UE/s1600-h/Fire+Pit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHHAafD47XI/AAAAAAAAABg/Hz0OXJMp0UE/s320/Fire+Pit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220165004346060146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning, Bethany and Robert left with all the girls on the 4 wheelers and left Beverly and I there to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG7EGEhRTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W7zM2pP4G3s/s1600-h/Lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG7EGEhRTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W7zM2pP4G3s/s320/Lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220159122122556722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent an exhausting afternoon Friday eating and sleeping and reading and Saturday morning we got up early and I set about finishing the outhouse.  The siding was  not done and the mosquito holes in the eaves had never been closed, so I cut all the pieces and nailed them all in place so all that is left is to put the door in the back end (which is the tool shed) and paint it.  Beverly and I stripped the bark off all the spruce trees we cut this year and last year and completely done in, we packed up and drove out in the Ranger pulling the trailer.  The trip was uneventful and we loaded it all up and drove home, arriving about 10 PM.  We unloaded and put away everything and then had a midnight bite to eat and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course today has been Sunday, and church responsibilities had me up early and in meetings all day.  It was really a great Sunday.  When I got home, I was pretty bleary eyed and Beverly told me to go take a nap before dinner.  I complied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later she woke me up screaming about a bear and sure enough, a medium size Brown Bear was pulling up the plastic and  Bok Choi in our garden.  He snuck in under the gate in my moose fence which moose just jump over.  I thing my gate needs a little work, but anyway he looked around for quite a while, but avoided my bees.  Otherwise I would have had to have done away with him.  I might have anyway, but I couldn't find my darned BB gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG5QDr1XzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wO0nCJrV8BY/s1600-h/Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG5QDr1XzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wO0nCJrV8BY/s320/Bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220157128617320242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bear left, I got out the magnet and ball construction set and the kids and Robert and I built a huge project.  The challenge is keeping the kids interested in building and not in destruction.  We actually got it all built using 11 sets of the balls and magnets, and then Keith resized it to fit back in the box.  The kids went home and my week is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG8XPTV3zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BrZ77Hq-G2s/s1600-h/Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG8XPTV3zI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BrZ77Hq-G2s/s320/Tower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220160550529785650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG9ZktK9iI/AAAAAAAAABY/gw1EAXFd5f8/s1600-h/Crashed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG9ZktK9iI/AAAAAAAAABY/gw1EAXFd5f8/s320/Crashed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220161690146633250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-5441331272111065809?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/5441331272111065809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=5441331272111065809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/5441331272111065809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/5441331272111065809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-from-wilds-of-talkeetna.html' title='Back from the wilds of Talkeetna'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SHG2FnuH1fI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R8_k8T0pnI8/s72-c/Cass+and+Hannah+in+the+Ferns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6758991144993740138.post-2129541274015080307</id><published>2008-06-30T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:41:26.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Do I Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SGjsJ1NOYHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Hw3i8yVBNsI/s1600-h/Graduation+night2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SGjsJ1NOYHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Hw3i8yVBNsI/s320/Graduation+night2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217679821954244722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I woke up this morning with a headache at about 4:30, which is too bad on a day off.  I actually have the whole week off because Beverly makes my schedule and she intends for us to go to the cabin and start putting in posts for a new cabin.  We have been trying to do that for a couple of years and haven't made much progress yet, but we will press on and we may even succeed some day.  Having a Google account, I had forgotten that I had started this blog a long time ago.  My kids all have their own blogs and I caught up on all of them and it came to me that maybe I should do it too.  And then I recognized the blogger symbol from somewhere in my dim memory, and checked my Google account, and here we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There are too many things running around in my head to catch up on, so I may have to content myself (and maybe you) with a view to the extremely recent past and the future.  Beverly and I just got back from a whirlwind tour to Kentucky to rescue Robert and Bethany and Hannah and Winnie from it's evil clutches.  Robert graduated, you know, from his orthodontic program this past Friday.  Yesterday (Sunday) someone asked me what he was (jobwise) and I said without missing a beat, an Orthodontist.  I guess it happens just that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The blow-by-blow for the trip is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Monday and Tuesday I had lots of patients and Tuesday night after work, Mom and I headed to the airport where we spent the night on the plane in barely reclinable seats pretending to sleep on the tray-table, flying to Kentucky and arriving there about 11 AM.  We crashed for 3 hours, then got up and Robert had friends who came over to help load the 20 foot container.  I was in the container and packed it pretty solid until about 10:30 PM (Wednesday). Thursday morning we finished packing the container and the truck came to pick it up and had a heck of a time getting it on the truck.  They said it was very heavy.  Anyway, 2 hours later and scraped driveway and asphalt and grass and moved mailbox, they got it loaded and hauled it off.  We started working on packing the rest of the house and went out to dinner with Robert and Bethany's friends about 6, came home and went to bed and got up the next morning and worked on cleaning the house.  We worked till noon when other friends took us to lunch.  We came back and worked for a few more hours when we had to go to the graduation, which was nice.  After the graduation, we went to bed, got up the next morning and packed the bags into the neighbor's van and Mom and I and Hannah and Winnie got on the airplane and flew to Chicago where we had a 12 hour layover until the flight to Alaska.  We killed time in the airport until Robert and Bethany showed up, and then finally got on the plane for the 7 hour flight home.&lt;br /&gt;      I thought perhaps that I had taken pictures of the container or the airplane or Robert's house or something.  I did take pictures.  They were, however, mostly meaningful to Robert and Bethany, so you will have to look at their blog for further details.  I will share one of Robert and Bethany on graduation night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6758991144993740138-2129541274015080307?l=eldondekay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/feeds/2129541274015080307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6758991144993740138&amp;postID=2129541274015080307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/2129541274015080307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6758991144993740138/posts/default/2129541274015080307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eldondekay.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-do-i-begin.html' title='Where Do I Begin'/><author><name>Eldon DeKay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02335717569996851783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SPvp_zT6AyI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YucauUU_H0A/S220/Cancun+162.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_o4EZaE1ZQ-A/SGjsJ1NOYHI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Hw3i8yVBNsI/s72-c/Graduation+night2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
