When I wrote this post, the network connection wouldn’t let me upload it to the blog. It will appear when
it appears. Imagine it’s dated Wednesday, 6/20.
Leave home 8 a.m.
DEN (Colorado) = Denver International
PDX (Oregon) = Portland International
SEA (Washington) = SeaTac
(Seattle-Tacoma) International Airport
(Alaska) = Juneau International Airport
(Alaska) = Sitka Rocky Gutierrez Airport
Arrive at destination 1 a.m. MDT, 6/20 (11 p.m. Alaska
time, still 6/19 here).
What I read and knitted en
Interesting articles, especially the interview with Alice
Cast On, Bet’s Off, by Jack Olesker: The author
was selling the book himself at the Estes Park Wool Market. Stephanie
Pearl-McPhee makes a cameo appearance. So do a few other knitters
(and many specific yarns) but Stephanie’s is the most
The Power of Limits, by Gyorgi Doczi: On
patterns in many naturally occurring and human-devised phenomena.
The hotel is supposed to
have wireless available in all rooms . . . but mine is not included
in "all" (even though it is physically in the hotel . . .
I’m not sleeping on a roof or anything), so I’ve found a spot at the
top of the stairs (elevator’s not working, either) with a power
outlet and signal. This is good. My new temporary office is even
nicely carpeted. However, the hotel will remain nameless and unlinked because it is currently underperforming.
No links today because the pages are
loading too slowly to retrieve them. If you happen to see links in this post, something miraculous occurred.
Tonight I saw: sea lions,
seals, sea otters with pups, pelagic cormorants, common murres,
tufted puffins, a peregrine falcon, gray whales, and more. This was
not planned. Quite a day. Tomorrow the symposium starts. I think I’ve
succeeded in shifting time zones.
However, the network is refusing now to
upload or retrieve anything.
Ending with the thought of an unexpected
evening cruise with the Sitka Conservation Society (check out the SCS-featuring article, which I haven’t seen yet, in the brand-new National Geographic) that included Saint Lazaria Island, which I feel blessed to have now circumnavigated in the company of people who could tell me something of what I was in the presence of, and sea lions and
otters and puffins and gray whales.
. . . and another hotel guest just completely out of the blue brought me a cup of coffee here on my landing. . . .