On Dismantling a Yurt....

Yurts are known as portable houses.  I wouldn't care to take down and put one up every year, but it could be done.

One of the main tasks of our work weekend at Peterson Bay was to dismantle a yurt that was on a rotten platform that needed to be rebuilt.  No one that was there had any experience with yurt building or dismantling.  All we had was a brief 8 or so steps written by someone who also had never dismantled a yurt but guessed how it might be done.  I was a bit doubtful about it all, but I wasn't the one responsible so was wiling to give it a try.

Denver heads down the trail with a bunkbed mattress

The first thing we had to do was take down all the bunkbeds inside the yurt.  That actually ended up being a time-consuming and challenging task as they hadn't been taken apart in years and they were solidly built with heavy wood so hauling them down to the storage shed was reserved for the strongest among us (the teenage boys).  Even they had to take breaks along the 50 foot trail, and that was with the beds dismantled!

I wanted nothing to do with bed dismantling so I started taking off the yurt walls.  To start with part of the doorframe had to be unscrewed as the wall was tucked into it, holding it up.  A string is laced through the holes at the top of the wall where the ceiling comes down, all the way around, so once the string was untied and unlaced and a few reinforcing zipties clipped, the wall just fell down.

Dismantling the bunkbeds took a long time!

To make it a little more manageable, Denver unlaced the wall just ahead of me as I rolled it up.  The wall can be taken apart in 6 or 8 foot widths, but I kept 2 sections together and only unzipped and unvelcroed them in two spots, leaving me 3 hunks of wall.  The rolled up walls we clunky to handle and had been there so long they had moss growing on them.  We took them down to the main building and unrolled them over the deck railing to dry out and clean off.

The walls are off

There was also insulation all around the inside of the walls, held up by zipties.  Once those zipties were snipped, the insulation fell down.  That was a simple matter to roll up as it was in manageable-sized pieces and was lightweight.

Taking off the skylight

Next the directions told us to take off the roof.  Well, the skylight had to be removed first.  We discovered that the skylight was only tied on by 2 cords.  Once those were untied, one person from the inside eased it down the outside roof of the yurt to someone standing on a ladder who grabbed it and handed it to a person standing on the ground.  The skylight was pretty light and easily managed with 2 people (a little big and awkward for one) carrying it down the trail.

The roof is off

After the skylight we had to get the roof off.  I wasn't sure how this was going to happen.  It was on there really tight, and I couldn't get it off by myself.  Part of the problem was the yurt platform didn't have enough space all the way around it so it was hard to reach the top, but once the others got the beds taken down and out of there they were able to help me and we were able to ease the lip of the roof canvas off the tight fitting and the whole thing (it is one solid piece) slid right off.  It was more difficult trying to wrap up this very large hunk of canvas amid the devil's club and brush.

The ceiling insulation slid right off and was in pieces so that was an easy enough task to roll up.

Holding the door until we got the tools to get the doorframe off the door so we could actually move it

We were instructed to take the door out next, which made me a bit nervous, but we did it and the whole thing didn't fall down so we were fine.  The door was stunningly heavy.  We had to take the door frame off of the door in order to carry them separately, and even then they were crazy heavy and challenging for our strong guys to carry.

Next we had to support the center circle with a couple boards, release the tension of the cable that goes around the top of the walls (this is what is key to holding the whole thing up), and take out the wooden ceiling dowels.  For all that wood we had around, we couldn't find any that was the right length to support the ceiling, so we put 2 guys on ladders holding the middle support up while someone released the cable tension and the dowels began dropping off.

You can see the cable still running along the top of the yurt as the dowels come down

Denver ran in as the dowels dropped, grabbed them and handed them to me, stationed just outside the door, who passed them on to someone else who stacked them outside.

Soon all that was left was the top, supported by a couple guys rather than the dowels.

After that it was a simple matter of lifting the cable off the top of the wall and wrapping it up, and then folding up the walls in a nice, neat accordion, albeit a heavy one!

Amazing how compactly the walls fold down!

All that remained now was to dismantle the rotting platform.  That proved to be too much for the tools we had (one pulaski and a bunch of hammers) as the circular platform was not rotting, and as we couldn't get it off of the rotten platform

The not-rotten circular platform on top of the rotten platform--in need of a sawz-all

This all comes across as so nice and neat now that I write about it, but it was a messy process as we tried to figure out how to do each step and not muck things up.  Considering we didn't have any experience, we got that yurt down in 2 hours, and much of that was taking apart the bunkbeds inside the yurt!  We only needed simple, basic tools, and only a few of those.  The platform is a crucial part of the yurt package so it is important it is done well and with treated wood.

I have to admit, I wouldn't want to put up a yurt without better directions or someone experienced.  The director jokingly suggested that next spring the Boy Scouts can put the yurts up.  In that case, Denver has a heads up on what to expect!!

Peterson Bay Field Station

Recently I  opened up my email to find an invite to head across Kachemak Bay to the Peterson Bay Field Station for a workday.  Checking my calendar, I discovered my calendar was free for that 24 hour slot.  I talked my son into going with me and we were in on a mellow adventure.

A high tide means the whole harbor rises, sometimes 20-30 feet.

Most trips across the bay start at the Homer Harbor.  We were scheduled to take the Discovery on a Saturday afternoon, which was heading over to pick up the last school group of the year that had been at Peterson Bay since Thursday.  The first thing we noticed as we hauled our gear down to the boat is that it wasn't very far down!  Normally the walkway you see in the picture has a steep grade and one has to be careful, but the incline was slight which was a weird feeling!  The tide was somewhere around +22 feet, so imagine what the walkway would look like at, say, a -5 foot tide!

The Discovery seemed like overkill to take 8 of us over to Peterson Bay, but when we got there I discovered that the boat would be quite full on the way back with what looked like 6th graders and all their gear for 3 days.  When we arrived at the "dock" I discovered an interesting system in place.  Peterson Bay has a floating dock that is far enough out to allow boats to come in at lower tides.  In order to get from the floating dock to shore, there is a pulley system attached to a wooden platform that allows people to load their gear, get on, and pull themselves to shore.  Once their gear is offloaded they can pull the platform back to the floating dock or they can leave it in near shore.

The students are pulling themselves and their gear to the floating dock and waiting boat.

When we arrived one load of kids were waiting on the dock while the second group was in the process of pulling themselves over.  We put our things off to one side as they loaded themselves and their gear on the Discovery, then we lined up to pull ourselves to shore.

The Discovery leaving the floating dock at Peterson Bay

Upon arriving at the stairs to the field station, we hauled out the gangplank that allowed us to walk over to the steps and we proceeded to haul our gear and food up the stairs to the main building.

This is a little blurry but I wanted to show what the entrance to Peterson Bay looks like on a high tide!

The area is overgrown with devil's club (nasty, spiny plants), blueberry plants, alders, trees and brush so most of the areas you can walk in right by the field station are boardwalks and wooden pathways.  Right up the stairs to the right was a gigantic firepit.  My son's Boy Scout troop comes over to Peterson Bay every April and shovels off all the platforms and walkways and does other work.  There's usually 3 feet or more of snow, so my son was really excited to see Peterson Bay without any snow!  His troop spent a lot of time around the firepit as they were outside all day working in the snow in April so it was a vital spot for congregating.

Giant firepit

There is a large main building that was originally going to be someone's home back in the 1980's, but when one of the couple died, the other sold the building and land very cheaply to the Center for Alaskan Coastal Studies as a field station. 

View of the main building from the bathrooms area with yurt off to the left.

The other building is a bathrooms (2 composting toilets, 2 showers), workshop and storage shed.  Besides that there are 4 yurts, with a new one going up soon, with outhouses by each.

Inside the main lodge

Inside the main lodge there is a small kitchen, a mudroom, this main room for dining and upstairs, a classroom and two sleeping quarters for staff.  There is electricity (VERY expensive!) and running, potable water.

View of the two buildings at Peterson Bay Field Station, from the top of the Eagle Aerie yurt

There were 8 of us on this work weekend:  myself and my son, a couple from Pennsylvania who are traveling physical therapists who have been in Homer since May, the director of the CACS and her teenage son, his friend, and her 6-year-old daughter.  We had 2 main tasks we hoped to complete:  haul lumber for 2 yurt platforms from near the water up to where the platforms would be built, and take down one yurt that was on a rotting platform and demolish the platform.

After our arrival we all chose a yurt to sleep in, changed into work clothes, got a briefing on what lumber went where, and began to haul.  I'm in reasonably good shape, and while this wasn't an extremely difficult task, it had its share of challenges.  There were 6 of us doing most of the hauling.  There was one pile of wood below the main lodge that needed to be carried down some stairs, across a walkway, up some stairs, around the building, down some stairs, across some rough wood planks and up a slippery, narrow, muddy path.  The other pile was just above the lodge, so just needed to be hauled across a wooden walkway and up the muddy path.  Denver and I worked on that pile while the teenage boys worked both piles and the young couple worked the lower pile. 

There were about 10 different types of wood, from 4x4's to 2x4x10, 2x6x12, 2x8x16, some treated, some hemlock or fir, some all weather....you get the idea.  The lumber was being taken to 2 different spots, and we had to know how much of each type of lumber to put in each spot (split equally), and had to pile the same type of lumber together so the folks who built the yurt platforms, steps and railings could access what they needed without digging through the pile.  Added to the challenge is that the ground we needed to stack the wood on was uneven so our piles often fell over.

The narrow trails meant we sometimes had to wait for someone else to walk by before we could go, but that was the least of our challenges.  I, for one, appreciated the breaks!  It rained a bit off and on and was cool, but we were working hard so shed the layers bit by bit.

Three hours later of steady, mostly nonstop work, we'd moved all of the hundreds of pieces of lumber to their staging areas.  My shoulder bones were sore from when we'd carried the wood on our shoulders and my elbows ached from when we carried the lumber in a straight-arm hang.  But there was a sense of accomplishment and we'd worked together well to get the job done about as efficiently as we could have.  We covered up the wood with tarps and headed into the lodge for dinner, just beating the oncoming darkness.

After eating a delicious dinner of tacos with homegrown fixings and playing Whale Monopoly with the 6-year-old (who, by the way, talked nonstop the entire time we were there), we decided that nighttime tidepooling sounded like more fun than a bonfire.  We hoped to find some luminescent algae or luminescent jellyfish.

Everyone got their warm clothes on, muck boots, headlamps and rendezvoused at the firepit.  From there we headed down the stairs (the ones that you saw pictured, covered with water) and to the left, taking the high ground around to Otter Rock, which had just been peeping out of the water at high tide but which we would easily walk to at low tide.  A long 15 or 20 minute walk got us around the muddy low spots over to the beach by Otter Rock.  It felt like one of those trust falls you do to promote teamwork and trust.  I couldn't see much of anything except a small circle of light from my dim headlamp and the other people's headlamps, bobbing ahead of or behind me.  I could barely see the ground yet somehow I followed the trail, avoided the mud, stepped over logs and didn't slip and fall on the slippery rocks on the beach.

Tidepooling at night was interesting.  Of course there's the issue of slippery, wet rocks and walking over them.  Plus you can pretty much only see what your headlamp is focused on.  Like Denver said, it's almost better because your attention is not distracted by other things.  I practiced good tidepooling etiquette:  only lift up rocks the size of my head or smaller that I can lift, hold and put back down gently right where they were.  We found all sorts of the usual tidepooling goodies:  crabs, starfish, worms, chitons, barnacles, sea urchins, limpets and nudibranches.  We didn't find any luminescents, but then we didn't wave our hand in the water or toss rocks in the water in order to find them either (too cold!).

The walk back was more comfortable than the walk there, though it was very dark and I couldn't see much.  I had a general idea of where I was going and figured I could find my way back if I got separated from everyone else.  I had all my warm clothes on, 4 layers on top and 2 on the bottom, hat, neckwarmer, and gloves, and I was just about warm enough.  The 6-year-old's hand were really cold from poking around in the wet stuff and I wouldn't have minded some hotties for my hands either.

Sunday we ate breakfast and started working on yurt dismantling.  I'm going to do a separate blog post for that one.  We got that down in 2 hours, hacked away at the rotten platform for an hour, ate lunch, packed, cleaned up and then got ready to go. 

The wind had been building all day and we would be taking a small boat back.  The atmosphere was very different heading out--sunshine rather than rain and windy rather than calm.  We did everything the opposite:  loaded up the floating platform, hauled ourselves back to the dock and then loaded the boat up and away we went.  They are working on building a permanent dock (seen mid-picture--on the right, by the trees) so that the pulley system doesn't need to be used and so people can come and go at lower tides.  But it certainly added a bit of flavor to the experience.

The boat ride back was exciting, with large rollers covered with choppy waves.  We were packed on the little boat, but made good time and soon were back in the calm harbor.  Coming back in after being across the bay is a bit like moving from one world to another--stepping through a time warp.  It is always a little jarring and reminds me why there is such a mystique to "going across the bay." 

It was a good trip--I appreciated the free ride and food in exchange for my work and finally got to see Peterson Bay.  It is a hub of activity in the summer with many groups going over for tidepooling and other educational activities.  My only regret was not having time to go hiking on the field station trails (they needed those hiked with a GPS to make more accurate maps but we didn't get to it).  But if I leave something undone I have an excuse to go back!

Bittersweet moment on the boat ride back:  seeing the first termination dust (early snow!) of the season on the Kenai Mountains.  I love fall but it is also a little bit of a sad time knowing our sunshine is going away!

Bishop's Beach--Sunsets 'n Waves

This is a crazy busy time of year for me as all the various classes and commitments start back up and I try to get the garden harvested and as many berries picked and batten down the hatches for winter.  So that my blog readers don't think I've abandoned them completely, here's a few pictures I've taken in the past week while on walks on Bishop's Beach in Homer.  I'll try to find time to catch up on some blog posts soon as the garden is now 'in' (though not processed!).

This is classic end of summer:  the lighting is changing and the pushki heads are dead.

I love going down to the beach when the waves are huge.  Happened to catch this old car in the scene.  There is a surfer out there in the water--you might be able to pick him out.

I was happy to catch Mt. Augustine in this picture (to the left of the sun along the horizon) as it is often obscured.

This one and the above picture were taken just minutes apart.  I hadn't realized the colors changed so much until I looked at the photos.  I just knew it was quite the show.

Kenai-Soldotna Bike Path

The other week I was up in Soldotna for a cross-country running race.  It was a gorgeous, sunny day--so warm I could wear shorts and a t-shirt (rare for this time of year!) and I decided to ride the paved bike path that runs from Soldotna to Kenai along Kalifornsky Road.  I love paved bike paths and consider them to be a major improvement to quality of life wherever I live.  My enthusiasm for the path along K-Beach Road, however, is waning as the trail degrades.

Large cracks running along the bike path

Large cracks in the trail make a bumpier ride, or an erratic one as I try to avoid them.  Worse than that, though, is the presence of 4-wheelers along the trail.  More than once I have been biking along peacefully when a 4-wheeler driven by a young adult (teenage boys most often; and not wearing helmets often enough) come careening at me, either on or right next to the path.  They veer off at the last second, but leave me choking on the dust.  Sections of the pavement have broken off where the 4-wheelers drive over, onto or next to the bike path.

The part that can't be avoided is all the businesses' driveways that cross the path.  The section of path that runs from Kenai to Soldotna along the Kenai Spur Road has fewer driveways and roads but has a couple very large hills (not so good for rollerblading).  If it were just the driveways it would be fine--I can stay alert and watch traffic though I'm not crazy about my kids biking it by themselves since they don't watch for turning traffic from both directions.  But the 4-wheelers and the big cracks in addition to the cross-traffic downgrades this bike path significantly for me.  Banning the 4-wheelers on the bike path side of the road would be a simple solution, but meanwhile it needs to be fixed up!

Berry Primer

The bright red berries are bunchberries (from the Canada Mayflower), which are edible, but don't have a lot of flavor.  I pick them and add them to smoothies.  They don't change the flavor or texture but they have nutrition and fiber.  The darker berries are low bush cranberries, which aren't fully yummy ripe till they've been hit by a frost or two.

I pick rosehips, pop off the dried, old flower bud and throw them in the freezer intact.  The fuzzies inside irritate the mouth and lining of the stomach, but if I throw them in my smoothies the Vitamix tends to take care of any issues so I get a really easy way to get a hefty dose of Vitamin C in my diet.

I call these Orange Berries; I think they're also called Pumpkin Berries for their bright orange color.  These are also edible but I avoid them as I haven't been impressed with their flavor (even less so than bunchberries).

High bush cranberries are one of our favorite berries.  Once they've been hit by hard frost, the leaves have fallen off and even better, the berries are frozen (picked in October or November or later), they are easy to gather and we can get gallons of these in an hour in the right patch.  I freeze them, then thaw them, juice them in a tomato juicer (by hand with one of those wooden mallets).  One cup of juice, one half cup of sugar and a pitcher full of water makes fresh cranberry juice that we like to serve to our guests and nearly all love it.  Sometimes a dash of lemon juice is a nice touch.

Trailing raspberries creep along the ground and often the berries are embedded in the moss on the ground.  There are never quantities enough to pick just for themselves, but we snack on them as we hike and throw them in with other berries.

I had the privilege to pick the most amazing blueberries of my life this past weekend across Kachemak Bay.  The berry bushes were loaded beyond belief and the berries were huge by wild Alaskan blueberry standards.  There are many kinds of blueberries in Alaska (like 6-10 I think) and this kind is great because they grow on bushes 3-5 feet high and are easy to pick.  These just get washed and thrown in the freezer to go into treats and smoothies all winter long.

Fruits of my labor this weekend.  The ziplock bag has black currants in it.  I am kicking myself for not getting pictures of the bushes out there because entire hillsides were covered with current bushes loaded with berries.  It was amazing.  They're not as tasty as other berries (a little musky smelling) and I'm not sure how well they'll go with my smoothies as I have never picked any quantity of them before.

This isn't all the berries we pick; I'll have to do Berry Primer II when I get to my other berries in the next month.

Fireweed Fluff

Fireweed is fuzzing out

Much as I love fireweed, I have been dreading the great fuzz-out that I know is going to happen.  All those brilliant flowers turn into thin pods, which explode into fuzz.  I'll admit that I still have fuzz on my screens from last fall, and there wasn't very much fireweed last year compared to this year.  So yesterday I was out there pulling up the fireweed directly around my house (below my bedroom window, that would likely attract large quantities of fuzz), much to my kids' amusement.  They don't care about such things as fuzz on the screens.

Last weekend while at a cross-country running race in Soldotna, it looked like it was snowing there was so much fireweed fluff in the air.  People were walking around batting at the fluff balls that were hitting their faces, coming from the field pictured above.  Like one person said, with this many fireweed seeds flying around we'll have even more fireweed next year.  That I cannot even imagine.  It was stunningly prolific this year.  I'll be curious to see how it all turns out.  Meanwhile, it is raining now with more rain on the forecast, so that keeps the fuzz under control!

Yesterday's Pickin's

Onion, cucumbers, carrots, green beans, tomatoes, kohlrabi, yellow zucchini--bounty from the garden!

This is my favorite time of year:  the garden starts offering its bounty and when it is time to prepare dinner I run out and pick stuff and start throwing it together in some yummy way.  Here's some favorite ways we eat our fresh stuff:

Cucumbers end up on our salad, and any leftovers get sliced up and salted lightly.  Keep it simple!

Cooking up the onions in water and eating them with just a bit of butter is a tasty treat we fight over!

Kohlrabi is our before and after dinner snack since we don't have many.  We love the crunch!

Green beans rarely make it out of the greenhouse as we snack on them when we're hungy.

Tomatoes go on salads and eat them plain--more "keep it simple!"

Zucchini we stir fry up, add summer sausage, spaghetti noodles and Velveeta cheese  all mixed together.  Yum!

And berry season is kicking into full swing.  With this bucket of raspberries I picked yesterday, I've picked 4 gallons, and while I picked crowberries and blueberries, the kids ate those right up so they never made it into the freezer.  The watermelon berries I snuck by the kids so those made it into the freezer too.

This has been an awesome year for berries with the warmth and now a week of rain.  No more blogging for me today.  I've got more berries to go pick!

Sandhill Cranes

The local sandhill crane couple

This is a blog post I have been meaning to write ever since the sandhill cranes started migrating through Homer back in May, but I never had my camera (aka my iPhone) on me when I saw them.  What I really wanted was to get a video of the flocks of 50-100 cranes that stalk up our road or descend on open fields or lawns next to it.  But the masses of cranes left in the spring and just a few are left hanging around.

We have 2 cranes that frequent our neighborhood these days.  And every evening I'll hear their distinctive honk as they fly over, though usually when I look up it is a group of 4 or 5 cranes honking by.  It reminds me of when I was a child in Wisconsin and a great blue heron flew over our house each evening.  The day wasn't complete unless we saw it. 

While out walking the other day we ran into a momma moose with a baby that wouldn't budge from the roadside, so we turned and walked a different way and ran into another momma moose with a baby the other direction, also chomping merrily and unwilling to move.  So we walked down our road and saw these cranes, which was a relief because we were feeling pretty hemmed in on our walk that day.  We were worried we'd run into yet another stubborn moose and not be able get enough walk in!  I'm not sure why, but I never think of taking pictures of moose when I see them--probably because I see them so often.  I'll try to fix that and give my blog readers some moose pictures!

Homer Rope Tow: Summer View

For those of you who follow my blog, you may have seen pictures of the Homer Rope Tow over the years.  I needed to run down to the warming hut yesterday and get a jacket out of the lost and found and figured I would give you a summer view of the rope tow.

View of the local rope tow slope from the warming hut:  summer view

The walk down there was a matter of wading through grass and fireweed that towered over our heads.  Normally we have our downhill ski boots on and skis over our shoulder as we make the trek so the weeds were nothing compared to that!  It seemed so quiet and lonely, though, as normally it is just a bustle of people around the warming hut and slopes.  The slope looks so much smaller in the summer....just a little hill! How could I ever be nervous about skiing down that?!  And there is just no getting away from the fireweed, though its fiery glow is now fading as the flowers reach the top of the stems, signalling the imminent onset of winter.

Homestead Summer Trail

An old, abandoned cabin along the Homestead Trail, framed by pushki and fireweed

This is a great, short hike with a bench for resting, a picnic and great conversation at the summit.  The view is delightful and always a treat, though the clouds were hanging low early in the day and we weren't sure we were going to get a view today.

Wood chips and plastic trail retainers
on the Homestead Trail

The Roger's Loop trailhead starts when you're near the overlook coming into Homer.  The trail starts with grass, dips into some boggy areas with plastic trail retainers (whatever they're called--see the picture), then on to boardwalks through the wettest areas and as the trail begins to climb, it whittles down to a single dirt track.  Yesterday the dirt was actually a slippery wet muddy trail instead since it has been a rainy week.

The trail winds through different types of areas:  boggy hummocks, thick forest and then out onto an alpine meadow.
It is only about a mile up to the bench.  When we first moved to Alaska, we never even got to the meadow and bench; the kids were younger and we were more timid.  Now the jaunt up to the bench seems like a quick little hike.

This trail is also the snowshoe trail in the winter, and I hike it more often on snowshoes than I do in the summer.  There is a loop so it wouldn't have to be an out-and-back hike, both for the summer and winter (though they follow different paths in each season). 

The trail up the meadow--final climb to the bench

View of the Kenai Mountains looking towards Homer and Kachemak Bay

View towards Seldovia and Cook Inlet

Our family is not much for sitting around admiring views.  Usually when we're out and about we've got a goal and we're very focused.  This trail has been an exception for us at times.  We've had snowball fights, explored off the trail, picked berries and of course, sat at the bench.  We end up having quality conversations sitting on the bench overlooking the area, swinging our legs, and eating a picnic.  Last year I hiked up there with the kids the day before school started, so it was on my mind to do it again this year since school starts Tuesday and we get into our highly intense school-year life of work, sports, school and berry-picking/harvesting.  The clouds lifted and the rain stopped and it was actually a humid 60 degrees.  It was just what I'd wanted--a very nice hike with family!

Ray Clapp Trail

Beginning of the Ray Clapp Trail

One morning last week I was in town early with an hour to occupy so I decided to walk up the East End Road bike path and hop onto one of my favorite trails in the area by the Stream Hill Creek subdivision.  I don't get up there very often as it is short and usually I want a little meatier hike, and I always feel a little bit like I'm trespassing.  However, a new sign announcing the Ray Clapp Trail greeted me, so I felt a bit more welcomed that day.

The Ray Clapp Trail is a nice little path in town

A cute little flower garden marks the entrance to the subdivision, which is just over a mile out East End Road on the left.  Just a short ways up the road there is a parking area on the left (to me, a clue that the public is welcome) and beyond that a little bridge marks the start of the trail.  It winds its way through the woods, then begins to climb up and up the ridge through a beautiful birch forest.  Eventually a trail hooks off to the right and connects to the road through the subdivision (which only has about 3 houses built so far). 

Watermelon berries--ripe and ready

I continued up the ridge to where the trail heads out of the trees and becomes massively overgrown.  This particular morning the dew was heavy so my shoes and pants were soon soaked.  Watermelon berries were a great feature of this hike, and I promised myself to come back and pick them.  They taste like watery watermelon, but are a great filler in my smoothies and I figure they've got nutrition in them if they are wild and colorful.

I expected to have the place to myself, but there were a couple of other people out walking with their dogs or kids.  It really ends up being a nice loop walk, up the trail and down the road.  The view is delightful too, particularly on this gorgeous, sunny morning.

View from the Stream Hill Creek subdivision

The New Homer Transfer Station

Well, the new $10 million transfer station is open and I got to check it out yesterday.  It's pretty much the same setup as before except there are more areas to back in and dump your trash and for now it is all spiffy and new.

The new though not fancy transfer station

All the bags of trash just get thrown on the concrete floor in this building and then somehow it will probably be compacted and trucked up to the Soldotna dump.  I had an old mattress I was tossing and I threw it on the floor with the trash and a worker said that only the bagged trash goes up the road; the large things are still being buried in Homer and he pointed out the salvage/big stuff dump area past the new building.

The old trash building is now the recycling area for paperboard, cardboard and newspapers, just big piles on the floor.  And the recycling building has been rearranged so now we're just throwing the plastic on the floor in there.

I don't really like the new setup.  Before everything was in the same area so I didn't have to drive much and could just walk the trash and recycling to their places, but now the trash is a ways away from the recycling and even the recycling is spread out so we have to drive from one spot to the next.


But my greatest worry was that they were going to start charging to drop off trash but that is not the case--it is still "free", at least at the spot though I'm sure our taxes cover it.