On the Wings of Spring

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Interior Alaska is a land of Serious White for much of the year. November. December. January, February and March. But here comes April and winter’s coat is looking a little tattered. It’s a good thing that next week is Spring Carnival, otherwise the river ice would be two fragile for the games.

I walked to town today under one of those brilliant skies that leave you blind when you go indoors. It was a balmy, 40 degree afternoon. Windbreaker weather – no gloves, no hood required. Delicious!

On the way home I watched the birds flitting through the trees and captured this one feeding on a black spruce. I first thought it might be a juvenile gray jay but the coloration doesn’t appear right. If you know what it is, please leave me a note.

Gravel Gravel Everywhere

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Our soil is full of gravel. The Yukon River drains more than 800,000 square kilometers and deposits much of its sediments onto the flats where we live. Not satisfied with dropping its load, it forever meanders its way across our basin, pushing old gravel bars around from one place to another before burying them under loads of silt. Got gravel? Yes, indeed!