Hole In The Wall: Fire weed

2007-06-22

Fire weed

It appears the whole world is on fire...here in Anchorage the smoke is thick and a weird yellow orange haze is hanging over everything...kind of eerie. Now we were all expecting this...I believe this is the third summer in a row I have heard the "spruce beatle kill will go this year." So now it has...time to figure out a money making scheme for fire weed...named appropriatly for it's ability to come back first after a disaster such as the ones going on North and South of me. We no longer have to worry about the beatle kill gowing up either...and think of it this way those cabbins that do make it...have a natural fire break around them now. So I guess I will cancell a camping trip planned for up north this weekend...sorry mom and dad...Eklutna is cheaper to drive to and allows me the freedom the bears have...to go home and get what ever I forgot. hehe...with burn bans everywhere and the air alive with wood smoke...seems the only thing missing is sleeping outside...this to can easily be ackomplished in my back yard. Here's hopes for rain...not liking the haze at all...lots of rain and all will be okay again.

2 comments:

RangerBill said...: Don't spook your campers with stories of Eklutna Annie; June 22, 2007 at 2:54 PM
Shana said...: Eklutna Annie has been found...it's the others we are looking for.; June 25, 2007 at 12:45 PM

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In the Pit

Twas the night before hangovers

And all through the pit

Those gathered were drinking

No one knew when to quit

.....

The Eagle was drinking his rum

As Pooba, he was atop his own throne

And as for the rest of us

He left not one of us alone.

.....

The brunt of some joke

Victim of some gag

What's his latest gimmick

What's he got in that bag.

.....

The Charmin had blessed us

The whole derned crowd

Nieghbors dialed up 911

We were getting a bit loud

.....

The clans were assembled

Wolf, Bear, Buff and Moose

And my Gawd, the dawgs

Who the hell turned em all loose.

.....

Trailers were circled

As wagons in days gone past

It rained the first two days

And the skies are still overcast

.....

John in the cook tent

Taylor in her char

The fire is blazing

Look Out! The blue tarp is on fare!

.....

Heidi pourin out coffee

Eric sluggin his beer

Stan dishin out one liners

And Arnie-the fear.

.....

Our relation is coming

For to join the Hole in the Wall fun

Blue Duck may be with em!

Everyone git yer gun!

.....

Blue Peep got to Shana

She singed her bird digit

Sure mustiv smarted

It's still makin me fidget

.....

Taylor is wound up

She jist won't quit her talkin

That's Ok, in the next few weeks

She'd prove to be walkin

.....

The clan girls were here

secluded up on Estrogen Rise

Linked only by zip line

and soaked from the gray skies.

.....

The kids all found safe harbor

And shelter in the Grand Ol Eagle's nest

Everyone was workin

Engineering was put to the test

.....

John and his tape

Eric, his wit

Bill slapped a dandy ninety

And the gazebo still won't fit.

.....

The gravel was great

Keeps us outta the mud

Cept the kidlets

Who are covered in crud

.....

They're baking odd objects

Made from Anchor Point clay

No idea what they all are

Maybe, jist maybe some day.

.....

Granny and her wineglass

Grampy and his wig

Too much for John and I

We pull another swig

.....

Now the time for adios

But we'll come riding back soon

Ranger Bill rode out before sunrise

and the rest of us before noon.

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~Ranger Bill~

Hole In The Wall

2007-06-22

Fire weed

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