AN ATHABASCAN TEEN'S LIFE

21st Century Yukon River Alaskan Native enjoying NY detour.















September 2, 2011

Thanks Family

Even the trampoline in Alaska has bug netting (joke).
Cousins Lance and Theresa were fantastic. They helped Birk in many ways so when he got on the plane he was prepared, calm, full of excitment and surrounded by caring family. Here he is with Jayden at their Fairbanks home. Now he is in Vermont. Thank you all in this hectic week.
 Thank you especially to Hollie and Carlson who come through with thoughtful, important ways to get it done when one is in the bush. You are the best friends. Thank you to Uncle John and Aunt Maggie for a fun filled weekend. Uncle Mike, you are incredible. Thank you in advance to Ann, as the whirlwind is landing as her door as well and I appreciate your acceptance. Set the standard and my little one will grow to reach it and respect and adapt to new circumstances. Thank you for helping him to grow and thrive. Love to you all.

Goodbye My Sonny

Birk dancing to his native beat during the morning session of Yukon River Inter-tribal Watershed Council summit held in Ruby during three rainy days in August. 70 tribes along the Yukon River are members of this river protection and native right organization. The traditional song "Goodbye My Sonny" was being sung by the new Ruby Traditional Native Dance group. As no other boys showed up, Birk had to solo dance and provide the beat as drum wasn't to be found. Little did I know we would be saying this to him a month later as he now is on a great learning adventure.

 He has now arrived in Vermont to meet his Uncle John and Aunt Maggie along with cousins Colin and Alec for three days of kayaking, hiking, Labor Day weekend festivities as well as viewing the aftermath of Hurrican Irene in Burlington. He just went on four planes to arrive there. He is happy but tired. Excited to be leaving Alaska and finally seeing where Mom came from. Mentions things like ice hockey, violin lessons, ski-biathon.  I kid when I say Hericane Ilene has sent "The Birkolator" to hit the East Coast. We are so proud of our 12 year old son with the intelligent curiosity and sweet, accepting manner. Our sensitive son with the Brave Heart is on a quest to gain a strong education, bond with distant relatives, immerse himself in the exotic-to-him culture of the Lower 48 states. He will attend school in Lake Placid, New York and be well cared for and guided by Uncle Mike as well as his companion, Ann.

And to you Birk: We miss you already. We love our enthusiatic,athletic boy with the leadership ability who easily makes friends. Alaska needs you and all the younger generation to raise the education bar here. Dad, Mom, Katrina and the two nephews Sheldon and Nummies want you to put all your energies into school and all the secondary things like knowing the new town, sports, friends and family activities will fall into place. There's lots of kids who would like to be where you are now.Put time aside weekly for calls, blogging journal, snail mail letters and emails to stay in touch with us in Alaska. Call Grammie Edie too! She would love postcards with a paragraph or two of news every now and then, okay? Start checking your email now as you will have pen pals to tell your adventures to. We love you. You are in great hands to guide you. The New York teachers, Lake Placid  community and especially Uncle Michael. Take it all in and read, read, write your journal, blog, do your homework as soon as you come home to a tranquil environment, ask questions and take on extra credit when you feel grounded there. Your brain wants exercise. The sky is the limit. No worries, we are fine and Foster will have pals and will remember you. However the chickens and ducks won't soon. :}

Now it is your turn to take charge and soar.

No lack of wildlife in Ruby


Katrina, Birk, Nummies and Sheldon
Bear, geese tracks next to moose  man (Dad) just killed.

Best pals are there for you.

Foster, the puppy who showed up to adopt me.

The various kids who like playing at our big yard.

Grateful for subsistence resources.

Dad got a moose 2011
We have moose meat thanks to dad's skills and efforts. And "Brownie" the mean domestic duck we have raised this past month was the first to go when we asked the hooded vaporizer to eliminate him from the well-behaved flock.
Teacher Scotty sees to the demise of mean duck.

This year's meat and hide

August 2011
Dad shows how he snuck on resting moose by Ruby Slough and had to remove his squeaky boots.

Here is the sneaky hunter's barefoot impression
so he could get a clean shot before the moose tried to run across the water.