Showing posts with label Chugach mountains. Show all posts
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Saturday, September 26, 2015

VanderWeele's Wheat, Mat-Su Valley Alaska -- September 2015 Update



Sandhill crane in Ben VanderWeele's wheat fields (September 26, 2015, Photo TWCarns)

'Tis the season for rain and gray days lit by the flaming gold birches along the highways. In late July, we spent a couple of hours with Ben VanderWeele learning about the challenges of growing wheat (see post here) in the Mat-Su Valley. On the last Saturday of September, with rain and fog swathing most of Anchorage and the Mat-Su Valley, we drove to the wheat fields to see them after the harvest. The sandhill cranes arrived before we did, though, and were gleaning the fields in their long-necked leisurely style. Some of the fields have been turned under; the ones that were most recently harvested sill have stubble standing.


By this time, late September, most of Ben VanderWeele's wheat harvest has gone to the Anchorage Distillery for vodka, and to Rise and Shine Breads for its fat and fragrant loaves. His barn probably has numerous large plastic bins filled with wheat for the winter, and for next spring's plantings.

A flock of sandhill cranes fattening before flying south.



Snow-capped Chugach Mountains from Westchester Lagoon in Anchorage (September 23). This is what the mountains beyond VanderWeele's Farm look like beneath today's clouds.


Below are a few photos that we took on September 5, when Ben VanderWeele had harvested about half of the wheat.


In places, some of the unharvested stalks are still bright green, a long way from ripe. Many of these are probably "tillers" -- side stalks that grow up around the main stalk. They also have seed heads, but usually ripen more slowly than the main stalk (which is called the "flag.")


In the foreground of the photo, weeds, and some foxtail grass (lower right corner). Then wheat. At the far edge of the field is fireweed, mostly gone to seed, but still with plenty of red. Beyond are woods.


The cloud-capped Chugach mountains rise beyond the wheat fields in the middle distance.

The harvested sections, before being turned under.

The unharvested rows. Note that sections on the right front side of the photo have many more green tones in them than the more distant rows. They are different strains of wheat, ripening at different times.






Friday, June 26, 2015

From Antioch to Anchorage -- June 20 - 25, 2015






It's been several days since there was time to sort through pictures and impressions from the hours and places that we've been. This is a summary of the riches.




Leaving Antioch, June 20, 2015

Even in the drought, dew still forms on the grass in LA -- morning shadows and sunshine on the way up the hill to Antioch.


At the end-of-residency lunch, Steve Heller (chair of the MFA program) speaks to students and faculty. The relaxed atmosphere is typical of Antioch, and one of its many appeals. Other faculty include (left to right) Bernadette Murphy, (unidentified woman in gold shirt), Erin Aubrey Kaplan, Jennifer Factor, and Peter Selgin.

My "buddy," Constanze Frei, a gifted person and fascinating writer who has been a treasure of information and support during these first weeks as a student.

A cardboard cutout of a he-man at the LAX airport bookstore, juxtaposed with rows of women's magazines.

Unexpected at LAX -- a tin bucket filled with sunflowers; and


a guitarist serenading passers-by.


The airplane's windshield gets cleaned just like yours does.

Fathers' Day in Seattle, June 21, 2015


Here's one of the great things about Seattle -- on the street where Anthea lives, a palm tree, and

fireweed, both in front of the same house.

We spent the day, at Jim's request, mostly seeking out ice cream and hanging out at the Ballard Locks. We started however, with a stop at the Pike Street Market, for fruit at Sosio's, and pastries at Le Panier..

The first gelato haven provided a variety of fruit and chocolate flavors (sorry -- I didn't write down the name, but can find it out if needed)..


After that, Jim headed off on his own, and Anthea and I helped Regina choose a hat. In Finland, all people who earn a PhD are given a tophat and a sword. We went to Bernie Utz's on Union Street to try on tophats.


Regina contemplates the foldable, $450 tailors' silk tophat. The very excellent salesman said that it was a high-maintenance item -- can only hold it by the brim (otherwise it accumulates fingerprints), and it doesn't do well in rain -- not a good hat for Seattle, or for a glaciologist.

We ended up with this one - more of a fedora, made of fur felt, with interchangeable hat bands and feather decor, and wearable almost everywhere. The "sword" will be a glaciologist's knife (haven't seen it yet, so don't know what distinguishes it from all other knives).

Did not get the name of the second gelato place either, but did get delicious gelato.


At the Ballard Locks, we got the end of a Fathers' Day Pipe Band concert (they are marching out),

seals swimming in the locks (some were dark; this one was spotted),

a parrot to sit on Anthea's arm (part of the Fathers' Day festivities for some reason),

and plenty of ships and boats to watch as they waited for the water to sink or rise and get them through the locks. Regina and Deke have done this a few times on the UW sailboats that they rent. Regina explained that the boats tie up to each other so that they go through the locks together -- safer for all. The water is nearly out, as you can see by the light area at the top, and the green algae on the lower part of the wall. We finished out the day with an early dinner at Tutta Bella pizza in Wallingford, but no-one was able to eat more than one scoop of gelato by that time so we had to skip the tiramisu. Next time.


Monday, June 22 -- Thursday, June 25 -- Anchorage

Monday we walked along Ship Creek -- saw this week's cruise ship, a barge, and a cargo plane going in to land at the Air Force base.

People have been catching king salmon for the past couple of weeks. This guy said it was his first ever.

Upstream near the dam and fish ladder, a rope across the creek marks the limit for fishing. It has acquired quite a few lures and lines this summer.


It's cottonwood season, when the fluff that gives the trees their name

falls and gathers in clumps among the weeds at edges of sidewalks and streets.

For the first few days, the air was hazy from the wildfires burning all around Anchorage, in the Mat-Su Valley and on the Kenai Peninsula.

Whiffs of smoke alternated with wild roses.



Yesterday (June 24) we walked around Lake Spenard. Our favorite sight -- mother duck with seventeen ducklings (or thereabouts). We think that they couldn't all be hers -- either she's babysitting, or has adopted several other families.


Elodea, a water weed used in home aquariums has gotten into the lake. It's dangerous for the planes, as well as fast-growing and likely to choke out much of the native life. We saw a research boat on the lake, as well as this craft, which appeared to be breaking up mats of other water weeds.


The smoke persisted yesterday -- you can barely make out Mt. Susitna below the plane taking off from Anchorage International.

An odd wetlands area along the bike trail was occupied by a mother mallard and two half-grown ducks.


Many of the small cabins around the lake that hold equipment and supplies for the float/ski planes are neatly kept, with green lawns and flowers.


Today (June 25), we went back along Ship Creek. The military forces have been carrying out exercises for the past few days, with many more jets flying than usual.

and a Navy ship in the port, along with a more ordinary barge.

People are still catching fish -- we watched this guy pull his in, and haul it up to show it off to his friends.

The air is much clearer today, at least to the east (notice, no snow on those peaks),

and the flowers are vivid.



Post script: One of my favorite quotes for the week came from Anthea -- "If you have a chair in your bedroom, put something on it before you go to sleep. Otherwise, you may wake up and find something in it that you didn't expect." It's a 31-word horror story, guaranteed to persuade you to put something on your chair.