Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Once the big storm was over, we continued to have a lot of fresh snowfall. It has remained soft and fluffy for the time being, making walking more difficult as my feet sink in and tend to fill my boots up with snow. When the next wind blows all the soft snow will be blown away or into hard drifts, easy to walk on.
I've been getting a lot more walks outside since bringing Ruby home, since she is too little yet to just turn loose. It didn't take long for her to realize that her yard is unending, and she has been want to roam too far for my comfort. The leash came out when I got tired of chasing her all over tarnation when it was time to come in.
She loves to chew on old caribou antlers, and has learned quickly to love fish and caribou. That is why we think Toby grew to be such a big Chesapeake Bay Retriever...all the good food he had growing up. I'm not wanting Ruby to be that big, but just that she gets all the good food too.
Here's a picture of Ruby and Jim to show how much she has already grown in a week.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday I went to Prudhoe Bay (Deadhorse) in the evening. I started out by being picked up by helicopter from home for Spill Response Training (SRT). Rather then returning home by helicopter after the weekly 2-hour training (like usual), I just stayed on shore and got a ride over to the pad where I keep our truck parked. ConocoPhillips is very nice to let me leave the truck parked on one of their west Kuparuk production pads.
I drove to Kuparuk and spent several hours there getting errands done. I got the truck washed by friends in the KIC Wash Bay, and then visited friends at the Kuparuk Operations Center (KOC). I continued on to Deadhorse, and went straight to the store and Post Office to pick up some odd supplies we needed and our mail. There were two large fiber mail bags full of mail and boxes, plus two big bags of special dried dog food we had mail-ordered from the feed store in Fairbanks.
That night I stayed with friends at the Marsh Creek company. Getting to visit friends and work associates is always so enjoyable. I am truly blessed with many wonderful friends across the slope.
Monday morning, after coffee and more good visiting, I went and fueled the truck up and bought some cases of generator oil. Next stop was Alaska Airlines. This was the reason for the trip. Our new puppy was arriving on the morning flight from Fairbanks. She is a Great Pyrenees with 1/8th collie mixed in. She had come all the way from Nebraska two days earlier and had stayed with Jay and family in Fairbanks for a travel breather. Of course we had picked her out and had seen pictures of her, but I was very pleased to meet her in person. I was also pleasantly surprised that at 14 weeks old, she was still smaller then I realized she would be. She looked small and vulnerable in that #200 kennel, and was immediately loving and cuddly when I took her out of the kennel. I attached her leash and we went for a short walk outside in the snow – her first exposure to the white fluffy stuff. She had no fear of walking in the cold snow and seemed intrigued with it, sniffing, pushing her nose through the soft stuff, and quickly relieved herself.
I put the kennel in the front passenger seat and still had plenty of room to let her lie in the middle between seats with her head in my lap. I tried out her new name which Jim and I had finally decided on, Ruby. Of course she didn’t respond at all to words…that comes with training and repetition.
Before leaving Deadhorse I made several stops to visit friends and show off Ruby. A puppy around the oil field is pretty unique, so she got a lot of attention everywhere we went, and she was calm and sweet with everyone.
It began snowing and blowing hard as the day progressed, until we were pretty much in blizzard conditions. Jim had planned to come get us with the super cub when we got back to where we leave the truck, but weather had deteriorated to the point where flying the cub wasn’t an option. After waiting on weather to improve, Ruby and I finally got home by picking up my delayed return-home ride on the helicopter from SRT.
We were soon warm in the kitchen and glad to be home.
Toby was less excited about the new arrival, but give him time and he’ll fall in love with her.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I need to go to Prudhoe Bay (Deadhorse) to pick up mail and freight soon, so it looks like I won’t be using my snowmachine (snowmobile, some of you may call it) to get across the river, like normal this time of year. Jim will have to fly me across the river to where I park our truck on one of ConocoPhillips’ oil production pads. This is the closest pad to us that is connected to the road system. Once Jim drops me off, and then I have approximately a 2-hour drive to Deadhorse. I have to go through one security check-point on the way. Most everyone in security knows me and my truck, plus I am in their computer system with a badge, so getting through the "guard" shack is quick and easy.
I'll give more details of how my travels turn out after the weekend. One advantage to being able to cross the river by snowmachine verses the plane, is that it is not dependent on good flying weather. (Of course, weather can be so bad that I can't travel by snowmachine too, such as a bad wind storm with blowing snow and extremely poor visibility.)
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Well, I've procrastinated enough. It is time to begin writing something here. I set this up about the time my husband began his blog, Arctic Smoke Signals, but just never got around to writing anything.
I guess my hesitancy is based on the fact that when I'm writing here, I am not working on my book or other writing I should be doing. That's the hang-up. How do I spend my time?
Just to put something up here, I'll add a recent picture of our dog looking out over the river ice yesterday when he was so worried about Jim walking on the thin, slippery ice.
Here's another picture of our house on Anachlik Island, Colville River Delta, Alaska.
That's a fish net on the ground that Jim had just hauled up on the island to save it from getting frozen into the fresh overflow water on top of the ice. I still needed to "pick" the fish out.