Being Alaska

Alaska.

The 49th State. The Biggest State. The Last Frontier. The Last Great Place.

Refer to it as you will, but for me, Alaska (the arctic, specifically) has been 'home' for the past three summers of my life. With the recognition that I likely will not be returning this year looming in my mind...

Rarely can I escape a conversation about said state without being inundated with questions; questions about bears and icebergs, mosquitoes and bears. Bears and more bears, the 24-hour summer sun and the 24-hour winter darkness.

To the unknowing tourist, these questions seem rational. We are all enamoured by large animals and natural phenomena of which we have no control. Swarms of mosquitoes attacking from all angles sounds harsh, allowing for visions of black skies and death-by-bug scenarios...and therefore interests the simple mind.

But what I fail to hear...what I wish to hear...is what goes unspoken. People care about what they assume Alaska is...what they hear Alaska is. They are motivated by pictures of monstrous bears and lonely caribou, by dreams of prize hunts and big mountains, by thoughts of mountain men and salmon fishing.

But being Alaska is different. It isn't an idea or a picture. It's a feeling.



It's that feeling of knowing that, even though you are different, you still belong. That feeling you get when staring, unbeknownst to the happenings around you, into the nothingness of the Alaskan bush that is so full of...everything.


It's that feeling you get when discovering a lonely animal print. That feeling of wonder; that feeling of fear. Where was it going? Where did it come from? Is it watching me now?

It's the 'sunset'. That oh-so-alive feeling you get when, at 3am, the sun is still visible above you...and you feel as though you can conquer the world.

It's the Spring 're-birth', when life returns to this seemingly desolate place. That smell of life...that crisp feeling...that burst of energy.

It's being witness to a perfect reflection on a remote pond...the sun lightly 'setting' behind you and the clouds, seemingly endless, looming above...drenched in an array of hues...

It's simple living...

And simpler pleasures...like watching the sun cast it's light on an Autumn-colored birch leaf as it sits contently in an Evergreen tree...

It's watching the Autumn colors overtake the hues of Summer...listening as a soft breeze wanders through the valley...and feeling the cool, crisp air summon in the first signs of Winter.

It's watching wildlife...and knowing that they still fear you.

It's that feeling one gets when staring into landscapes that seemingly go forever...and realizing how insignificant we (humans) really are.

It's laying on the tundra, surrounded by ages-old plants and trees--some of the hardiest of hardy species on earth...and wondering what they feel; wondering what stories they could tell; and wishing you could, for just one moment, be like them...

It's watching herds of caribou cross a river in front of you...unknowing of your presence...yet unafraid of your being. Harmless creatures who want nothing more than to survive the harsh winter and make the trip to their calving grounds in the spring. Creatures who have done nothing but be, yet bear the brunt of human stupidity and ignorance.

The World's Largest Rattlesnake Round-Up

"Say hi to Charlie," said the concessionaire as he pushed a stuffed, roughly 5-foot-long rattlesnake in my face.

If there is one creature on this planet that I cannot handle, in any shape or form, its the snake.

In this case, it is the Western Diamondback Rattlesnake, specifically.

For 52 years now, Sweetwater, Texas has hosted its annual Rattlesnake Round-Up, originally dreamt up by a group of ranchers with the desire to annihilate the large rattlesnake population in the area. Tired of their cattle getting bitten, the Round-Up allowed for the capture, data gathering, venom leaching, skinning and--eventual--murder and consumption of said snakes.

Today, the yearly event boasts its own 'parade' (and I use that term loosely), Miss Snake Charmer Competition (requiring the competitors to skin a snake) and a weekend-full of disgustingly fatty foods being consumed by complete and utter rednecks.

So I had to go.

With my sister and nephew in town, the timing couldn't have been better. Admittedly, I did attend the event back in 2007--my first Spring in the area--to say that I had. I vowed, at that moment, to never return.

But, again, how could I pass up the opportunity to scar my sister for life?


Trying to remain calm and be decent to the concessionaire (who we wanted to punch), we laughed nervously and walked on, zig-zagging through a surprisingly large crowd of onlookers. Cheap, yet over-priced, gifts filled the area; gifts of all sorts. Rattlesnake skins, rattlesnake heads, t-shirts, picture frames, hats and even Kevlar chaps (to avoid being bitten). It was a hillbilly heaven.

Less than impressed, my sister couldn't hide her disgust, questioning why such a large crowd was gathering around the 'skinning pit'.

"Do they skin them alive?" she asked, fear in her eyes.

I couldn't answer the inquiry, but assumed that it couldn't be true.

We never ventured over to look.

I hardly think we lasted 30 minutes in the Round-Up arena. Other than watch fools trample around in snake pits, watch other fools catch and de-venom (is this a word?) poor victims or gawk at the oh-so-interesting crowd, there isn't much to do.

Except shutter.

Rumor has it that each year several of the captured escape the wrath....

...that they are later 'found' wandering around the arena grounds, or in the park...

...but with each coming spring the hunters will be out again, searching for that prized snake--the one that could win them the coveted 'largest snake' award...

...and the crowds will reassemble to eat snake, fried cream cheese sticks and over-sized burritos.

Welcome to West Texas.

Pulling it off, again

One year ago, in late February, my sister and I pulled off the ultimate prank: We planned her visit to Texas unbeknownst to my parents. The day after arriving home from a trip to Turkey I drove two hours to the Midland airport to pick her up, my parents thinking I was headed to the University to give a presentation on Alaska.

Well, we did it again.

This time I was supposedly helping a friend with some rock art-associated work. Five hours later, Victoria and Aidan walked through the doors of our West Texas home.

Twice is nice, but three times...I don't know that we can pull it off again.

Pictured is all of us, in a long-overdue family photo (Ambroise the pug included).

Enjoy the View...

"Enjoy the view; the bright sun; the blue sky," states my father from time to time referring, of course, to the possibility of us losing our wide-open, seemingly endless horizons, huge skies and bright sunny days to....a dirty coal plant.

I can't say that I consider west Texas to be within the top ten most gorgeous places I have ever witnessed, but every location has its own unique beauty, its own character. Here, it is the sky and the sheer size of it all. At night, once the sun has dropped beneath the horizon amidst a range of nearly blinding hues, the endless number of stars emerge to a deafening silence. On occasion an owl will hoot or coyotes sing, but its just...so...quiet. One cannot help but stand outside underneath the Big Dipper and the North Star...and just stare. Or to peer into the darkness at what may be...and wonder. Daylight emerges with a powerful sunrise, one that soon beckons in perhaps the brightest of blue skies I have seen. Birds chirp and play, butterflies work endlessly and the signature west Texas wind blows the otherwise daunting mesquite trees around with its mighty power.

It's peaceful. It's natural. It's home.

I learned many years ago that, in the blink of an eye, what one has may be taken away. I was a healthy, outgoing and energetic being. One moment in time changed all of that. Forever.

I learned quickly, yet too slowly, that one's life must be enjoyed. We must strive to do all that we desire. We must make the most of each day. Laugh. Smile. Learn. Travel.

Whatever it is that makes us feel 100% alive, we must do it.

It took me some time to figure out this lesson that, clearly, should be basic, common sense. But our society 'trains' us to strive for those objects that are of material value. We are 'taught' that money matters, that fame is desirable and that beauty will make one successful.

And success. Ha. What makes one individual more successful than the next? Society will measure success based upon money, cars, homes and clothes. But what about happiness? Experiences that others cannot take away? Seeing the world? DOING WHAT ONE WANTS???

I have, for far too many years, compared myself to those around me. To this day I find myself continually participating in said activity. Why?

Why should I be bothered wasting my time wondering or caring about what someone else thinks?

Life comes and goes...so fast. Time seems to fly by, faster and faster with each passing day. Events that seemingly occurred just a few short years ago....well, they were, in some instances, decades ago.

Before we know it, we are....old. Bones creak and muscles ache. Eyes and ears aren't so sharp, the memory is getting shorter and shorter. The 'good old days' are far behind and the days of 'reality' upon us.

Despite the anger I hold within for the Doctor that basically ruined me....

I also have to commend him for opening my eyes; for making me realize that life is too short, that time passes too quickly, to fail to enjoy the view.

Vegas, Baby

For thirteen years, 1993-2006, I lived in Las Vegas, Nevada...and basically hated every moment of it. I went through high school in said town, and graduated college from UNLV, but walked away with no ties other than my sister and her family.

Vegas is a strange place.

I know I am...weird...but I never quite found my niche in Nevada; never really felt as though I fit in. Yes, I spent ample time at Redrock hiking the miles of trails that zig-zag the basin and went to dozens of concerts at The Hard Rock, The Thomas and Mack and The Sanctuary....

...but Vegas is a hard place to figure out. It's a tough place to meet people who are 'real', honest and trustworthy. Job requirements include knowing the right person and having more plastic than fleshy body parts, while the 'hot spots' to hang out involve loud, obnoxious and sweat-smelling nightclubs that have never interested me in the least.

It's little more than a fantasy land. Tourists flock in droves to 'The Strip' to gawk and awe at the Bellagio, New York-New York and the Venetian. After walking through the Luxor people feel as though they have actually stepped foot in the ancient valleys of Egypt...that they are adventurous world-travelers.

But it's all phony. Don't people get that?

"I came out ahead" is a favorite line of all Vegas tourists. Sure, buddy. That is why Steve Wynn was able to spend several BILLION dollars on the Bellagio's construction....cause you won big in the casinos. Yup. Idiocy at its finest.

The cars, the clothes, the bodies, the money. Nothing is real in Vegas. It's all for show.

But in some strange way I almost miss it.

Is it the 24-hour possibilites? The thrill of driving through wacko-laden traffic? The weirdos? The stories? The opportunities?

I really don't know. But Vegas has a way of sucking one in...and keeping a hold on that individual...

...perhaps the reason why I leave, swear I will never return, and then do.....over and over again, each time experiencing the same negative yet exciting feelings.

It's Vegas, baby. What happens there, forever stays there.....and lives on and on.....

It's the Water, Stupid!

Last week in my Watershed Management course we were asked to share our ideas concerning the future of fresh water supply and the potential for 'water wars'. I consider it quite obvious that, with supplies dwindling and populations increasing, these wars are inevitable.

The continued, and increasing, need for energy supplies, and the United States' need for 'stuff' only adds to this crisis. The generation of power requires water, as does the production of all the 'stuff' that we aimlessly buy. On top of that, we waste incredible amounts of both water and energy resources daily.

At what point will we really have to 'fight' over how these sources are divvied out?

Two articles graced the pages of a local paper today, both regarding water and my best friends at Tenasty.

They have finally admitted, publicly and without argument (from one of 'us'), that they need [a minimum of] ten million gallons of water daily to allow for wet cooling at their plant. Although they continue to stress the point that dry cooling practices would require only two million gallons daily, we all know that it is impossible to consistently employ this method of cooling in this hot and dry an area.

So what made them breakdown?

Conspiracy theorists suggest that throwing out a number so large as TEN million makes TWO million look like a pittance, thus garnering more public support.

Conspiracy theorist though I may be, I have to disagree.

Those of us opposed to this monster have been stressing this point from day one. Since we are not 'Tenasty Officials' our voices are oftentimes ignored. 'Officials' (and I use that term loosely), treated us as though we were completely wacky, as though our attempts to release such falsified information culminated in our padded rooms in the psych ward.

The admittance from such a corporation that water demands far exceed supply in a desired area of fruition tells me a lot. I see it as desperation. They have finally gotten to a point where the truth must be told. Crucial decisions will be made from here on out, and water is at the center of those decisions.

Despite their attempts to keep such discussions as low-key as possible, there is no denying that we are in the midst of a water war. It is them against us. Those who want to preserve and protect the limited sources we have here in west Texas, and those who feel they can barge in and risk the lives of thousands.

The 'winner' of said war will likely not be decided for several months to come... Or maybe Tenasty will just silently back out and disappear forever.

It's the water, stupid. It always has been. A new chapter in our fight has begun. I hope.

Dollars and Sense

If there is one thing I can do really well, it's save money. I cannot explain why I felt that discussing this topic would be of interest, but I find my saving capabilities to be quite crafty. If there is a deal out there, I will find it. But if there is a sensible way to simply just save dollars and cents, I will partake. Why not?

Have you ever wondered what Victoria's Secret really is?

I think I figured it out.

A few years back I signed up for the Angel credit card. Knowing me, there was some incentive for me to do so...otherwise I never would have bothered.

Since signing up to become an 'Angel' I have received more freebies than ever imagined. In the past 3 years I have landed over 25 free pairs of underwear (a bit too much info? sorry). Yes, free. Prices range from $7.50 up to $16.00 apiece. How can I go wrong?

On occasion I will actually buy a nice lotion or blouse (when it's on sale), thus racking up points towards more rewards. Spend so much and they'll mail me a $10.00 gift card. Go into the store on a certain date and I'll get a free lotion.

I will never buy underwear again, and have enough lotion at the moment to last for several years....

Do you like free things?

I do.

I found a website, www.shop4freebies.com, that displays the best freebies of the day and/or moment. Each evening I get an e-mail boasting the day's finds. Some days the list is great, full of potentials. Other days not so much. Either way, it is almost daily that I get something free in the mail. It's like Christmas, year-round! I'm talking everything from granola bars to perfume samples to doggie pee-pads.

Are you much of a critic?

I never used to be. There was a time when I just shut my mouth and dealt with life.

Not anymore. My fight with 'big business' has left me angry and unwilling to shut up any longer.

So...

When I don't like something I complain.

I don't mean that I am one of those annoying people who is rude and obnoxious. No way.

But I feel that, as a consumer, I have the right to voice my opinion on the products and services that I receive, don't receive, or pay for.

I know this sounds awful, but I get freebies by doing this.

It's not some ploy to go through life without paying for things, and it isn't something that happens very often....but if you feel you haven't gotten the value for your money or that someone treated you unprofessionally, well, let the company know.

-I recently got a 25% off coupon for use at a retail store when I complained that the associate was amazingly rude to me.
-When the register-girl at a fast food chain was nasty to me I complained to the manager. I got a free salad.
-Some wheatgrass seeds I bought never lived up to their potential. I called the company and they are sending me all new ones.

Are you into crafts?

Cutting can save you lots of money! Cutting out squares and rectangles, particularly.

We have cut coupons since I can remember. Handing over the goods at the check-out register embarrasses some people, but not me. I wouldn't throw $.50, $.75 or $1.00 on the ground, so why not cut the coupon?

This past year my mother and I decided to calculate our savings over a year's time.

It was over $2000.00.


Rewards Programs....

I need an incentive to participate in these programs or sign up for credit cards that I don't need. Additionally, if 'they' are going to charge me a yearly fee, forget it.

One great program with no strings attached is the Choice Privileges Rewards Program, in which one racks up points towards free hotel nights. By using their credit card, dollars charged are added in as well.

I never pay for hotel rooms anymore.

I recently signed up with both American Airlines and USAirways. They each have a free mileage program. Since American is the only airline out of Abilene, I figured it couldn't hurt (even though I do not like the airline). As far as USAirways, they caught me one day at the Denver airport. It has worked out well since all of my international flights are within their 'alliance'. I got their credit card that also adds miles to my account and keeps them from expiring. I think I currently have enough miles to fly one round-trip within the United States.

Of course, using a credit card to garner miles or points is of no use if the balance isn't paid off on a monthly basis (in my opinion). But if you are traveling anyway, why not take advantage of the program and put your money (ie. hotel room or airline ticket) towards getting something for free in the future?


Is exploration in your blood?

It's in mine, but I don't have lots of money to spend.

So, I signed up with www.travelzoo.com. This website is amazing. The deals are very hard to pass up at times because they are so cheap.

Through e-mails from this particular site, I ended up going to Thailand, Turkey and Egypt. I landed my trip to Egypt (cruise, airfare, all food and lodging) for less than an airline ticket would have cost to get there. Thailand was a similar situation...well, okay, Turkey was too.

I feel that just because someone doesn't have unlimited funds (ie. me), that person shouldn't be devoid of fulfilling their dream to see the world. The deals are definitely out there.

Rack it up...

Finally, I find lots of cheap clothes by simply taking the time to sort through the sale racks. It is tedious and annoying most of the time, but can be very rewarding. Just the other day I got two shirts for $3.97 apeice and a third sweater for $8.00. Each item was marked down by 80% from the suggested retail price.

I couldn't make them for that cheap.

I refuse to pay full price for any clothing. Okay, once in a while I'll break and get that cute something that I can't live without. It's rare though.

Some will call me cheap, but I see it as smart. Money is hard to come by and easy to spend. One might as well make every penny count and get the most out of each dollar.