Weekend Post: Dogs, Shooting and Boats

Ahh, Friday. Day of champions. You know what's great about Fridays? Saturday mornings.

That's right, when it's Friday, you know that you don't have to get up early the next morning. After a long day of work on Friday, Samara and I had a weekend to look forward to. First things first, we headed home for a dinner of hotdogs and french fries. Samara had a package of birthday stuff from my mom. Here's a picture of her holding some of her new stuff.

Also, she looks crazy because I made her keep her eyes open when the flash went off.

Speaking of crazy, then we watched the debate. Both of these guys are clearly politicians, but if John McCain beats Barack Obama, then this country has truly gone insane.

We were invited to another teacher's house after dinner for some drinks and socializing. Various other folks from the school were getting together to watch the debate or watch movies in lieu of the debate, but Sara decided she was just going to stay home and have a drink. We scored a last minute invite, and it turned out that Ricky came by as well.

Here's Aaron standing outside Sara's house. See how the fall colors have arrived in Alaska?

Sara has three dogs. Two Afghans named Angel and Chaos, and a Tibetan Terrier named Joey.

It was nice to have drinks with folks. (Well, Samara had drinks. Aaron just had chips and dip.) It was also nice to play with the dogs. They're not cats, but they're okay.

We took Ricky home. He lives in a little cabin. (Quite little, really. It has a small bedroom, a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a loft over all that, which Ricky uses as a family room.) He has fuel oil heat, but his heat isn't on right now because he hasn't bought fuel. Anyway, he rents from some guy that also has hunters out--I guess it's kind of a bed-and-breakfast deal. There are lots of those here. So there's a bunch of pelts and meat and fish in the freezer on Ricky's porch. He showed us.

I don't know what that fur is from, but it's some kind of animal in Ricky's freezer. He also has a some kind of carved mask on his porch.

Today, we got up late and did some grocery shopping and then went to the post office. After that, I talked Samara into going out to the shooting range with me. She brought her camera, so we took pictures of the changing leaves on the drive out Waskey Road.

Here's an interesting sight. When you wreck a car out in the bush, apparently it's easiest just to leave it there. It's not like there's body shops and stuff out here. Mechanics, yeah, but not really body shops.

The funny thing is that there's so much wilderness out here, that even a wrecked car in the middle of it doesn't really spoil things for me. It's still pretty.

The shooting range is out at the dump. So of course, you turn down Landfill Dr.

From the firing line, this is the view behind you.

Samara took a bunch of pictures while I was shooting. First, the rifle.

Me, downrange setting up targets.

Then shooting some soda cans at 25 yards and a target at 100 yards.

Then, the results.

Here's Samara enjoying herself.

She got cold and got back in the car. It was sunny and about 55 degrees today, and Samara just wore her hoodie. She did take a few more pictures of me shooting, from the Jeep.

I only had about 19 rounds of 76.2x54R left, so it wasn't long before we were done. On the way home, we took the Lake Road, and then stopped off at the harbor. The tide was in, and we got a variety of pictures of boats. Samara took a look at the bay, and we watched some guys get ready to pull one out of the water.

Samara was cold, so we came home.

Now Samara is working on cucumber sauce and kebabs for dinner. Yummy!