Summer made it. At last. Every weather service on the internet forecasted three days of golden sun-filled or at least sort of sun-filled skies to beam down on southeast Alaska before rain returned. Obviously a long overdue explore somewhere around our island had to be on the agenda.
We selected a seldom-traveled loop with the plan only lacking a written description. But, this is Petersburg on 17-miles long by almost 10 miles-wide (at the point where it looks like it consumed too many of Karen's chocolate chip cookies) Mitkof Island. Here, getting lost would require dense fog and a blindfolded driver.
So, Karen packed a lunch, laid out 1/8 bag of lime-scented tortilla chips (the few broken survivors from — was it just the day before) and, naturally…..went outside to see if she could entice Ms Squirrel to take peanuts from her lap. What else does one do when they’re on the verge of setting off on an epic adventure?
Ah well, sun remained in the forecast for two more days and peanut butter and margarine sandwiches would taste delicious whether consumed with a squirrel in your lap or when we’re “lost” in a remote forested part of our island.
"Karen, you are really tempting me." Notice the jealous, but more wary Steller's jay, Gregory Peck, who just couldn't bring himself to take the risk.
"Would you take my picture?"
Post script: Alas, we never made our epic drive. Exciting activities like manicuring our lawn -- I'm mowing around the buttercups in deference to the rights of insects so it (lawn) looks not-just-a-little sketchy, battling the invasion of migrating rogue salmonberry bushes, and attending a birthday party for a friend who lives (and is) 1200 miles away (I wonder who ate his piece of cake?) -- stuff like that kept us grounded in town until....the sun departed in a thunderstorm that made the Washington Mall 4th of July fireworks show pale in comparison.