I have a new niece/her name is Petrisse/she's last but not least/and generally at peace/with her toes cutely creased
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After a cold wet spring, Michigan steamed into the upper-80s and everything bloomed, redbud and dogwood and new-green leaves. I realized my bike might be child-sized, given that my knees are bent when pedaling. And my parents continue to age gracefully on past their seventh decade.
It feels foolish leaving Michigan on the cusp of summer, but there are compensations in Alaska. Morels! Glaciers! Orcas! Coworkers who gather to spontaneously sing songs from "The Nightmare Before Christmas!" And being paid to cook and eat large amounts of filet mignon and chocolate cake.
It has been pleasant settling back in at the Backcountry Lodge. Arborists came and cut down quite a few trees infested with bark beetles, which means my tent is much sunnier this year. And a comfy old armchair and new curtain make things even cozier. I have a cashew container for a pee jar, and sleep well next to the creek, with the exception of a moose crunching branches a few feet away the other night.
Even though we poop in outhouses, we most certainly are not "roughing it." But it's fun to joke about rugged conditions in the ba'country. Both of our red wines are lackluster, and I had to make my own mayonnaise as we're still bringing in supplies, but otherwise life is pretty good.
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