Posted by: flycoyote | April 11, 2010

We all beat Beethoven

Beat Beethoven 5K road race

We spent a lovely Saturday afternoon in Fairbanks running the 5k Beat Beethoven Race.    We needed to finish the race before the music ended and the racer dressed as Beethoven crossed the finish line and we did.

Posted by: flycoyote | March 9, 2010

Tigers and Rhinos and People, Oh My!

India, India India.

It is very hard to put down our experience in words or in pictures.  It was amazing, overwhelming and incredible stimulating.  Often we were so absorbed in the situation at hand that we forgot to take pictures.  Other times you would need a sound track and a nose track to get the full experience; a picture would simply be such a flat and sterile version of the events as to be almost worthless.   Despite that I will post some pictures below.  More commentary to come later.

Maheshwar, India

Narmada River Ghats in Maheshwar, India

Indian Tigar

Tiger in Bandavgarh National Park

Indian One-Horned Rhino

Buddist Prayer wheels Sikkim, India

Buddist Prayer Wheels Sikkim, India

Dogs near Taj

Dogs outside the Taj Mahal Agra, India

Posted by: flycoyote | January 15, 2010

Akbar’s Hotel

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We are finally getting our “India legs” so to speak.  We are not as overwhelmed by the number of people and the noise.  I won’t say we are used to it yet but we are managing.  We spent two days in Mandu exploring the walled Mughal city there.  Not a lot of people but some pretty ferocious monkeys! The inspiration for the Taj Mahal came from a local Mandu mausoleum.   It was a pleasant rural experience  which is a delight in a country of over a billion people.

Last night we stayed in a hotel in Maheshwar built by Akbar the great.  The  fortress walls that make up a good part of the hotel were built by him.  Our own private balcony was on the top of the fortress wall over looking  the entrance gate.  The kids were in pretend heaven playing in their medieval fantasy world.

Maheshwar was a lovely little town on a sacred river that happened to be having a festival.   It was a delight to see all the ceremonies and share the peoples excitement.  Part of the fortress wall butted up against the ghats where the festivities were taking place giving it a magical atmosphere.  We wished we could have stayed longer as it was such a wonderful experience.

Still no luck with posting pictures but I haven’t given up.  We are off to the train and the Tigers!

Posted by: flycoyote | January 12, 2010


Bangkok was a breeze.  Nothing but great food and beautiful temples.  Mumbai was a total assault on our senses and emotions.  One just can’t imagine 20 million people all living packed together in a such a small area.   Everything about Mumbai is overwhelming, the pollution, the poverty the noise.  Our poor Alaskan minds could not handle the crowds so we fled to the “small” (1.2 million) town of Indore.  Its still loud and crowded but manageable so.  We are headed to the town of Mandu which has less than 10,000 people to see if we can get ourselves adjusted to India.

Last night coming in to Indore we saw a long procession of dancers, painted elephants and a marching band on its way to the local temples.  As of yet we can’t figure out how to get the pictures from our camera to the web.

Posted by: flycoyote | November 23, 2009

Near Death in the Andes

The road from Ayacucho to Andahuaylas is a winding dirt road, one lane in many places.   It is hard to fully explain the actual reality of the Andean mountain back road.  We think of the Dalton in Northern Alaska as a remote, rough and scenic road and it is all of these things.  However the Andean back road is all the Dalton is but to the extreme.  The roads are narrower, the passes and mountains higher and the fall from the road is a literal plunge into the abyss.  Our friend told us not to worry about falling off the edge of the roads as it would be painless because it is so far down that we would starve to death before we hit the bottom.  We know this and yet we love to travel the back roads.  The Rover is perfectly equiped to handle them and the rural experience is amazing. 

Women with potatoes, Mujeres con papas

Women with potatoes, Mujeres con papas

This time the trip was amazing  as always, but also frightening.  We rounded a steep and sharp one lane corner to find the broad side of a huge red double-decker bus completely covering half of the lane.  It seemed as if the only two options available to us were to broadside the bus or be forced off the cliff into the abyss.  We had the dreaded outside bit of the road.   I must admit that having my imminent death before my did not make my life flash before my eyes nor did I call out for help from above.  I only swore, held on for dear life and felt thankful that Dirk was piloting our car. 

An example of an Andean Highway

The Rover has one very lovely quality that saved our bacon on this trip and that is its very narrow wheel base.  Being in the seat that was nearest to the abyss afforded me an oppurtunity to gaze down to where our car may have ended if not for a skilled driver and a lot of luck. 

Dirk was  just beginning to exhale a sigh of relief and the hysterical giggle was just starting to bubble up to my lips we rounded another corner to the sight of a semi with a trailer completely covering our lane.  Everything from moments ago was repeated and we narrowly escape the plunge once again. Every corner thereafter brought our heart rates to near deadly levels. Despite multiple adrenaline rushes  we  made it to Andahuaylas unharmed and a beer was all it took to soothe our nerves.


Beautiful River Valley

Posted by: flycoyote | November 23, 2009

Ayacucho, The Andean Parade Town

Our Peruvian Land Rover "Spot"

We landed in Lima and readied the Rover for another Peruvian Mountain journey.  We were headed into the road less traveled, the highway to Ayacucho.  Ayacucho is the gem of the Andes with the most festive people we have met in Peru.   Ayacucho is a fascinating town with a dark and interesting history.  This was the homeland of the Sendero Luminoso or Shining Path which played a part in terrorizing Peru 20 years ago. 
We stayed at the Hotel  Via Via on the main plaza, Plaza Mayor de Huamanga.   Incidentally,  Ayacucho in Quechua means corner of the dead.   Through out the day and well into the night the Plaza was host to numerous parades complete with brass marching bands and firework armed individuals.  It was so common that the kids would shout out, “oh no, not again!”  each time they would hear the bands queue up.   We loved the festive atmosphere of the town and were very sad to have to move on. 

Masked Paraders

Parade in Ayacucho

Posted by: flycoyote | November 3, 2009

Flowers of the Arctic

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Arctic Lupine

Flowers of the Arctic

A floral  journey through  the wilderness.

In June of 2009, My family did a backpacking trip in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.  The Arctic National Wildlife Refuge is located in the north eastern side of Alaska.  We did a nine day backpacking trip on Baseline Creek of the Kongakut River drainage.

My sister,  my mom and I  took pictures of all the flowers we saw, for a few reasons: first because  we did not have a good flower book, second because books are heavy and third because we wanted to.

Here are all the flowers that we were able to name: The Arctic Lupine ,Lupinus arcticus; Mountain Avens or  8 pedaled Avens  all go by the same scientific  name Dryas octopetala; Bog rosemary, Andromeda polifoliaery; Arctic Poppy, Papaver lapponicum; Mountain Harebell, Campanula lasiocarpa; Weasel Snout,  Lagotis glauca ssp. Minor; Alpine Hawk’s beard, Crepis nana which is going to bloom into yellow flowers.

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Mountain Avens in the Arctic

In Coldfoot  Alaska, were we live in the summer, Avens grow in huge round groups on the gravel bars.

Bog Rosemary is a very poisonous plant.

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Arctic poppy


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Bog Rosemaryy

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Bog Rosemary

Our Crew
Posted by: flycoyote | July 28, 2009

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