Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Anybody whos had a good case of the 'touista/infirma can tell you its no fun. You'd think I'd get used to it as its a yearly event but theres some things in life you'll never get used I guess. I came home from fishing out north with my friend Slah and MP had a fresh tamale for me. She asked the man what the meat was and he said "bif". I went to the gym to work out and oh baby my guts were rockin and rollin....so then home, sick, hydrate, sleep....better.
I had a picture of my first case of Pacifico as it struck me funny. One thing that is enchanting about Mexico is that everything happens slow, everything, except that is beer delivery. On sunday I take my case of empties from last year and 190 pesos to the front desk. They make a call, the truck arrices and exactly one hour later a knock on the dooe announces we have beer to watch the Broncos get creamed with.
Tourism here is way down, more than last year. Our first night we went to 0ur favorite place Are Lu Lu in the Gold Zone. Its a great place and has been around for 20 years. They had 2 tables and did something I'd never ever heard of in Mexico...they lowered the price of the tequila.
I did catch my first fish of the trip monday morning. we went out north to look for the rooster and all that happened is a school of what they call "loco fish" swam by. They call them loco because they jump and go crazy and you almost never land them as they are so soft the hook just pulls out. They're about a foot long and skinny with big scales and a forked tail. The Mexicans swear by the ceviche it makes. This year the water is unusually warm and all the experts say the fishing will be difficult. Its always something eh? To much tide, not enough tide, to warm, to cold...should of been here yesterday.......Later
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Last nights events are a good example.
At 3:30 we were awoken by Jet-Dogs no B.S. bark. I grabbed the gun from the bedside table and went to her in the living room where she was looking towards the river. It was fairly light with good moonlight reflecting off the fresh snow. I could see nothing. I went to the kitchen to look the other way towards the neighborhood and standing in the lot next door about 50 feet away is a guy in carharts. I can't believe it. I open the garage man door and yell "who are you", "stop right there". As he walks toward the road he tells me he's doing nothing wrong, just going home and he swears by his daughter that its true. I decide I'm going to grab him and take a few steps out the door with no clothes on and he takes off running down the road towards the subdivision. I go in and call 911.
Two Trooper cars arrive within 5 minutes. The snow is fresh and they easily track him through the subdivision to the highway then through some yards back to near our house where he ran behind a house then slid down bluff to the river. ( the river is open and running but frozen from the bank out 10 feet or so). The troopers are hot on his tail as he heads up river to the Big Eddy area where like here is little access. So they drive back and forth on Big Eddy road knowing he has to pop out somewhere. I get in the truck and help. At about 5:30 am they arrest a person for disturbance coincidently in the same manhunt area. One trooper car takes this clown to jail while the other an me continue to look. At 6:30 am they get a call of a break and entering taking place on Big Eddy Road. Yahtze, game over. They arrest a young guy wet from the waist down and having no shoes on.
As there is nothing down river from us I need to know where he came from. so when it gets light Roy who owns the cabin at Fall-In-Hole and myself back track this idiot. It took us 3 hours. This guy was seriously lost in the woods for a long time and 2 or 3 miles worth. He came down from the highway and was trying to find Roys cabin as he knows that its a safe place isolated from the road sytem. Why we're not sure yet. The good news is he's in the crowbar hotel. At one point this guy literally walked in circles for over a mile. He must have been frantic and hypothermic when he finally stumbled upon the Boat Launch road and had to risk walking through the property to get out. His tracks went around our house, less than 10 feet from our bedroom window.
This was pretty exciting to say the least. Its all part of life at Mile 14 I guess.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
For me the music is everything. I like the sound and most people respond to it, one way or another. Through the years the music has been a steady friend, giving me joy and comfort.
Monday, December 7, 2009
This is a picture of some of my friends. Candy and Josh Braud on the left and Geof Bonin on the right. These guys are SERIOUS bodybuilders. Josh has won the overall at the Alaska IBBF state championships making him Mr. Alaska. Geof has won about everything he enters and was named Mr. Anchorage a few years ago. I told him that as far as I was concerned that made him Mr. Soldotna too. These friends have been an immense help to me with diet and lifting technique. Although I do wonder about Josh's future in politics. I was having elbow pain and I went to ask him for advice....first thing he said "have you considered you might be to old for this?"This picture is my friend Bernie. This was a few years back when he placed 2nd in the GrandMasters division. I believe at the time he was my age now, 56. Bernie was one of the guys that first inspired me in the gym. He's upbeat, interesting, healthy and around the gym he's gracious with his time mentoring and helping everybody. Like Reggie Jackson, Bernie is the straw that stirs the drink. The next picture are the strong guys in the gym. Rex, Lorenzo and Scott. These guys are incredible and when they're lifting you can feel the pavement move in the parking lot.
When I started in the gym I had no idea where it would lead. Besides the obvious I have had so many other wonderful benefits. I've met alot of new friends. I listen to my I Pod all the time and so I've learned new song after new song. I think I do my job with increased energy and I look forward to new challenges. MP and I always have that time together coming and going from the gym. Like everything she and I support each other at it.
The last pic will give you an idea of where I'm at with it. Alot of the supplements are everyday things that people should take. Some of the others might be voo-d00 or they might not be. All I know is I feel great and if its all a placebo effect....I don't care.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
I now own 5 guitars but as my friend Dave Unruh says, "only 3 that matter". So thats the guitar story. Check back and I'll relate 46 years of struggling to play them...........
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
MP says that having Jet makes me a better person. I don't know what it says about a guy if you need a dog to be a better person. But, as I'm on this quest to become as good a guy as I can I'll take all the help I can get. Maybe its because I'm Jets job. Jet likes MP, she likes Max and Sam, she even likes Gene Chambers but she LOVES me. Maybe even obsessed with me. Her job consists of following me and waiting for me.
Seven years ago on SuperBowl weekend a bunch of us all got pups from the same litter. Our friend Pat Carter has her sister Hannah and our friends Denny and Barb Roper have her brother Keetah. Everyone except those 3 people agree that Jet's the prettiest of the bunch. We sometimes have family reunions.
The only thing in Jets life that comes close to her love for me is her fascination with Tennis Balls. As you can see here she will do anything complete a retrieve. I'd give you 5 to 1 that if you dropped Jet off at a remote beach on Kodiak Island she'd have a tennis ball within 15 minutes. One thing I've learned from Jet is that a 7 horsepower snow blower cannot pass a Spaulding tennis ball.
Next to tennis balls and following me here favorite past time is smelling. Mile 14 here is surrounded by hundreds of acres of wilderness so theres grouse, ducks, coyotes, moose, bear...just lots of smells. But her favorite smell has to be fish. She loves em all from the fresh daily gut bucket to the freeze dried 2 month old humpy. So all summer as she sits on the picnic table waiting for just the right black boat to appear she's in sensory heaven. What a life. This time of year is a little tough on her smeller but she makes up for that with some tasting, she loves eating snow and we usually have all varieties.
So, thats the J.D. story here at Mile 14...' I wish I were half the person my dog thinks I am'.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
So this is the plan. As we go along I'll report about the ever changing river. Hopefully the things the press ignores, like what kind of good stuff can be found where and when the first non-rumor salmon is caught. And how big it really was. I'll report from Mexico when we have our first hot Toro bite and when I get my first cervesa purchased for me after singing Mama Hated Diesels. I'll report about the personalities I meet along the way like my friend John who says "the problem with doing nothing is that you never know when you're done". I'll report about our fine dining experiences like the chocolate/chocolate/chocolate with chocolate sprinkles dip cone at Dolphy's . I might even chat up my own cooking prowess, afterall they call me the grouchy gourmet. Well, you get the idea. Check back often . It all starts in earnest soon.