White Mountain Snow Drifts

Just a few more White Mountain Pictures

I just had to post a few more. I got so many beautiful pictures. it was almost impossible to take a bad picture.

White Mountain Pictures

Just click on each picture and it will make it full screen, you will see more detail and how absolutely gorgeous this village is and the flight in and out.

White Mountain Sink Hole II

I took Ron to show him my glorious sink hole I made earlier today. I said, THERE IT IS. And promptly made another one, this one to mid thigh. Ron made one to mid calf. He got out, tried to help me, he sank again. I, of course, continued to laugh. He tried pulling me sideways, WRONG. I did what I had done before, started crawling, hitting the snow to be sure my hands would sink. He got in front of me. I got to my knees. I struggled to get to my feet. I walked so much up and down hills today, I am so tired, my knees are tired, my back is tired, my backside is tired, Frankly tired all over.

*****Fact: Stay on the snowmobile trails. Do not deviate under any circumstances. There is a hole waiting with your name in it!

White Mountain Sink Hole

This one was taken while my entire right leg was buried in the snow drift.



Since Ron is the cross country ski coach and he has two students going to participate, a boy and a girl (the rest didn't make their grades), I got to come along as the girl's chaperone. Woo Hoo We are in White Mountain. Guess what???? There are TREES, REAL PINE TREES, long tall skinny ones, big bushy ones, little bush ones, hills and mountains of trees. Wow. There is only one tree in the tundra where I live. This is such a treat.

I went outside after breakfast to take some pictures. I wanted to get close to a tall skinny tree and get a different shot. All was going fine, until.....I took one step and that leg sunk to my butt in snow, a big ol' bunch of soft snow. Being me, I laughed, took more pictures, put my camera away so I could protect it, put on my gloves said a little prayer and.... laid out on the snow, pulled my leg out. Almost left my boot at the bottom of the hole.

I hit the snow with each hand as I crawled to be sure that I wouldn't cave in again, then made it to firm snow. I just kept laughing.

I called Ron, he didn't answer his phone. I was about to call the principal at Teller, ask her to call this school, White Mountain have them go outside and look for a red coat very close to the ground sticking out of the snow, and send a rescue party.

Alas, I made it myself. hahahaha
Here are the pictures that made it worth while.

White Mountain Cook Out

I hurried the kids along to get them to the "cook out". To my amazement, they had no idea what a cook out was. I didn't know what to say. I decided to tell them we are probably going to cook hot dogs over a fire. They had no idea.

They went, now they do.

Ron cooked mine because barely got there because I kept falling into calf deep holes. Two very nice students helped me get there. i just am not a snow walker yet.











The hot dogs were nice and brown and cooked perfectly. By the time they got put into the bun, they were totally cold.

Bubble Blowin' Bush Pilot

Need I say more?

Alaskan Noggin Covers

Spring Training

Looking outside, here are the kids. Spring training is alive and well.

A Walk on the Ice

Ron and I decided to talk a stroll on the ice by the Hansel and Gretel trail marker on the Bering Strait. It was a creepy feeling, but it started to feel ok. Lots of snowmobiles have been there, so, it must be ok. However, shortly, a crack, then another crack. I looked, there wasn't any liquid water. I poked my ski pole in the crack, still frozen. But the Willies returned 100 fold. Here are the pix.





Ron standing by the Hansel and Gretel



Bonnie being cute.







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