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The Saga of Rocky the Racoon

It is always a good idea to pay attention to what your spouse is saying to you, especially if she says it repeatedly. Such was the case, recently, when my wife reported that she had been hearing something on the roof of the house. “What could be on the roof?”, I thought.  Maybe a large bird had temporarily landed there?

She insisted that whatever it was that had been visiting our roof came at night and made scratching sounds, as if it had claws. I still dismissed this as perhaps a fiction of her imagination or a visitation in her dreams. Then, one day, while working in my office, I heard something too. It sounded like something had fallen. Perhaps something in one of the closets had shifted and fallen down?  I would look into to it later. Which I never did.

Then came the night, actually early morning, whilst I was soundly asleep that my spouse awakened me, saying, “I hear it again”.  Her tone of voice was such that I determined I had better take action, which I did, grabbing a flashlight and going out into the rain to examine the roof line – front and back sides of the house. Nothing.

Unable to get back to sleep I decided to read, seated in my recliner in the family room, thinking I might get drowsy again. It was then that I heard “something”. Only, I knew it wasn’t on the roof but in the attic. So, flashlight in hand, I pulled down the attic stairs and crept up above the garage to investigate. As I shined my light around a pair of eyes shined right back at me. Then those eyes scampered up the studs of the exterior wall – eyes belonging to a small racoon. It quickly made it’s way up and into the eaves of the house. I’m not sure who was more surprised by our early morning meeting, me or the racoon?

With heart racing and in disbelief, while wondering: “How did it possibly get inside the attic?”, I went to report my findings to the now trying to go back to sleep spouse. My report did nothing to encourage her resumption of slumber. Instead, we grappled with the fact that we had a critter in the attic. What now?

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Come Sail Away

I imagine those who once sailed these waters off the coast of southeast Alaska, as I watch and photograph a cruise ship sailing ahead of our own into the distance and space of an evening horizon.

These were the lands and waters of the Tlingit (pronounced Klin-git) people long before they were home to Celebrity, Princess, Royal Caribbean, or Holland America lines. Other indigenous groups that called these waters, fjords, islands and sounds home included the Haida, Tsimshian and Eyak. Equally skilled with paddle and bow, they hunted and fished these places where now tourists by the thousands pull out cell phones and cameras to capture something native.

Could the native peoples, first nations as known in Canada, have imagined such huge floating vessels equipped with galleys, staterooms, casinos, bars and fine dining spaces? Could they conceive of the extravagance docking on shores of their homelands, passengers spilling forth to explore, shop, and go on excursions into the wild? Could they have fathomed the pallets of groceries even one such floating buffet might consume? The expanse in time and culture from these extremely different eras seems vast. Yet, here in common space these very different times and people collide. Alaska – the great land – has a history of human diversity that just keeps on diversifying.

In preparation for our cruise and my own exposure to Alaska I did some reading. James Michener’s Alaska was one volume, along with John McPhee’s “Coming into the Country”. Robert Service’s collected poems was a late edition recommended by a friend. I also revisited Jack London’s “White Fang” and “The Call of the Wild” for good measure. The cumulative appreciation of such reading was the many cultures and peoples who had once called the land home. From the historic travelers of Asia’s land bridge, to the Aleutians, Athabaskans and Eskimos, this great land has known settlers of many stripes. The Russians, British and Americans would all lay some claim to this frontier. Evidence is seen in the settlements yet today. Names like Sitka, Ketchikan, and Juneau bespeak the influence of people from outside.

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