Tales from our Travels
Our New Home in Tutka Bay, Alaska
We’ve been a little behind on our writing as of late, so we wanted to catch you up on our first two weeks of work here at Tutka Bay Lodge… Yesterday I flew in a helicopter, landed on a glacier, had a sandwich while sitting on some 10,000 year old ice, and then watched...
Aw Man, Octopus Agaaaiin!
A cold rain falls in early May in Homer, Alaska. We were enjoying all the stunning ocean scenery and the educational workshops at the Shorebird Festival, but we were beginning to get a bit cold and damp after four days of camping amidst the rain and snow down on the...
Note To Self: Don’t Ever Fly In A Cessna Again
We taxied down the runway in the tiny little four seater Cessna, props humming and the pilots of Anchorage chattering in our headphones. We were loaded to the brim and were sitting with luggage on our laps. To my left sat the pilot that we’d met earlier that...
59 Degrees North
Our last journey took us to the Tropic of Cancer, a land of heat and relentless sun, where snorkeling and spearfishing were our daily pastimes. But today we sit beneath a mile deep soup of Seattle fog, awaiting our flight to Alaska and 59 degrees north of the...
Field Notes From The Seattle Airport
Homer, Alaska is renowned as one of the great birdwatching areas in the world, and early May in particular brings a massive migration of shorebirds to the coastal areas near town. Millions of these avian sojourners stop in to take advantage of the mudflats exposed...
Selkie Rides Again
The new owner walked down the dock and as we came into view he threw up his arms and shouted "Selkie!" Two days of grueling travel hadn't dampered his excitement for his new boat. Before we parted ways he handed us a beautiful, hand sewn ditty bag that he'd made and...
Tuck Your Pant Legs Into Your Socks, People
*Our apologies to those email subscribers who received this post prematurely a few weeks ago* Here’s a rogue’s gallery of some of the leggier, spinier, weirder and downright scarier critters that have crossed our paths in the last few months traversing the Baja...
A Matter of Perspective
*Our apologies to those email subscribers who received this post prematurely a few weeks ago* We were stuck in Puerto Escondido, waiting out yet another norther (the one that clocked in at 39 knots), and we had to fill our days with something other than slamming...
A Bad Omen: The Curse Wears Thin – Part 4
We talked to the guards at the marina. We filed a police report. We offered a reward. But still we had no hope to ever see our beloved Subaru again. Then, two days after it went missing, we got a mysterious email. The long and short of it was that a gringo had seen...
A Bad Omen: Robbed Again-Part 3
As was mentioned before in Bri and Rob's post describing the Curse of the Chinese Lantern, we have had a run of very bad luck. After the manhunt and a somber day of watching Bri and Rob change all their passwords and cancel all their accounts, we settled into the...
A Bad Omen: The Militant Canadian – Part 2
As told in the previous post, the trail of the thief ended that morning in front of a high fenced, gringo laden RV park in the middle of nowhere. We were greeted by the owner, a white haired old guy with a gold chain, a billfish tournament t-shirt, and a Tecate Light...
A Bad Omen: Footprints Of A Thief – Part 1
I used to track animals quite often back in Montana. I would track deer for the pragmatic necessity of the hunt. I would track weasels for the opportunity to hone an archaic and esoteric skill. I would track mountain lions for the adrenalin. On April 1st, I tracked a...