Moose dips.
Wes makes the best sammies EVER.
Check out this Philly cheesesteak style moose dip with au jus and tater tots. Wes slow cooked a moose rump in the crock pot and I’ve been eating these sandwiches for 3 days. Beef? We don’t need no stinkin’ beef! Moose = Yum.
[/caption]Will summer ever come?
We made our first trip of the summer to Kenai this weekend. Well, I did. Wes had been down a few times to visit with his dad. It was so great to get out of town. The weather was fair to poor – no sun, lots of clouds, cool and sometimes windy. The fish aren’t here yet and the only boats in the water were guides. Poor suckers on that trip basically got an overpriced boat ride down the river.
But you know what? I don’t care. I just really needed to get the eff out of Anchorage. I just need space. A slower, less populated, space.
On Saturday, me, Wes and Terry took a trip to Homer for fish & chips on the spit. We stopped at the reservoir and saw no fish, just a few fishermen. Then we went to Ninilchik and there wasn’t much going on there, but there wasn’t a tide either.
So mostly we hung out at the cabin and visited with Wes’s dad. We barbq’d, sat around the firepit roasting marshamallows, eating home made ice cream, and traded bullshit and stories with Jim & Robin. It was fun and lots of laughs.
Early in the evening, the ravens come home to roost in the meadow just behind the cabin. There are a few nests in the area and so there lots of young ravens flying around testing their new wings as well as testing their growing vocal chords before bedtime. It was one of the coolest things I’ve seen. They were very loud and very gruff – nothing like the liquid ‘kuhl-lunk!’ that I love so much. Ravens are very private and secretive birds and to have a nest so close to your home is quite a privelage. I shot some video of some of the commotion. I’ll take a look at it tomorrow and post it if it’s any good. It was a long zoom and I had no tripod so I’m sure it’s really shaky.
In the meantime, here’s the moose that greeted us outside our bunkhouse Saturday morning. Still a baby; I’d guess about 2 years old.
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(some of the most boring, uneventful video EVER)
Moose!
Wes had a visitor while building the shed.
