On Wednesday afternoon we went berry picking. There were tons of tundra cranberries, but it was still a little early for them. We also found a spot just full of low bush blueberries. I've had them before, but if you haven't, they are smaller and much more tart than the blueberries you buy in the stores (and oh so good!). We picked a bunch of those and I put them in the freezer. I meant to take pictures, but didn't. Sorry.
After we got back to town I took a nap, but then because the weather was still incredible I couldn't stay inside so I went for a walk and while I was walking I remembered that Erin had lent me her bike. I decided I would bike up to the Dahl Creek runway which is three miles outside of town. Erin had told me that it was safe to bike that far. The bears usually didn't come out in there, but to stay away from the turn-off to the dump and not to go any further (we have 15 miles of road ending at the Bornite mine). I had a great ride out. Then as I was riding back I noticed that out on the tundra there was a flash of red. Then I realized I knew that red. That was the three year old daughter of Luke and Sarah. Then I saw the whole family. They were out berry picking. I went out and joined them and hung out some with Sarah. Unfortunately, this spot didn't have too many blueberries. We went over to another spot (they rode their Honda - what they call 4-wheelers here in Kobuk) and I biked to another spot (which was closer back to town). There were apparently some there, but the baby was starting to fuss and so we decided to head back to town. Right after I started the back tire felt wobbly. I got off an looked and didn't see anything. Then as I was riding more I could see the tire moving. I got off again, but couldn't see anything that was obviously wrong. I rode so more and it got worse and worse. Finally when I was a couple of bends from town (I have no idea how far it was - not too far because it didn't take too long) I simply couldn't ride any more and had to walk it the rest of the way home. I haven't had a chance to try to figure out what's wrong with it. I'll have to deal with that later.
Here are the pictures from fish camp. Enjoy.
The tent is behind the tarps. The tarps are to help block the wind. This tent is left up all year long.
The boar parked in front of fish camp. Isn't the scenery gorgeous? And this is before the weather turned really nice!
Some of the first signs of fall - the fireweed in town aren't turning, but they were up at camp.
Some of the other plants were turning too...
The beaver in the net. Amazing that he didn't tear up the net.
Me on the boat with the fish.
Vera cutting the fish.
Vera skinning the beaver.
The fish drying on the rack.