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Heather Lende

HAINES -- I sat on the moss, watching my husband cup his hands and make the long nasal whine of a cow moose in heat, and though it is usually kind of funny, I hope he didn’t notice my tears. I can’t help it. Three months ago, Chip couldn’t take a deep breath...

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HAINES -- We never had those dog days of summer, although every day is a dog day in a town with 1,897 dogs and 2,400 people.

But we had plenty of duck days, breaking the summer rainfall record. While out walking with my retriever Pearl, I saw Paul Swift, who measures precipitation for the National Weather Service down in Juneau with his wife, Annie, and their old heeler Sissy. He said we had 16.87 inches in June, July and August. The wettest summer prior to this one was a half-century ago.

Paul and I are glass-half-full people, so I asked if this much rain is good for anything except slugs in the kale and he said, “The vegetation really took off.”...

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Is it a coincidence that I have walked down the same path nearly every day for 15 years or so, and have never seen the root holding the big rock, bigger than a bowling ball, skyward, just a few feet off the trail, until two days ago? And now I cannot miss it. Even odder, my dog-walking friend noticed it the same day -- and we even wondered if high tides could have tossed the log up. Or the wind. Or a bear. But when we investigated, it clearly has been on that spot a long, long time...

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HAINES -- Why is it that a rickety metal Ferris wheel, which doesn’t look very big or spin very fast, is more thrilling for 4-year-old Caroline and her grandmother -- that would be me -- than the speediest high-tech theme park splash-and-roll ride?

Maybe it’s the slow, herky-jerky way our painted bench seat rocks as we ride up and up and up and then over. Maybe it’s the narrow bar that’s all there is between us and eternity, it seems, or maybe it’s the unexpectedly wide bird’s-eye-view...

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HAINES -- Why shouldn’t my friend Christy be Dr. Phil’s personal songwriter? Because she has lived here her whole life, most of it above the family business, the Pioneer Bar and Bamboo Room Restaurant? (A bamboo curtain once separated the two.) Christy Tengs Fowler is so sure she’s the one for Dr. Phil that she tried to spend her life savings producing a CD of her Dr. Phil Project songs. Except she couldn’t actually save any money thanks to unexpected bills for liquor, then halibut for the fish and chips, and… She forgets what the final one was, but by then her brother had heard enough to front his “little sis” (Christy will be 60 on her next birthday) the cash to chase a dream of writing hit country songs that she’s delayed for decades. It was rekindled watching Dr....

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HAINES -- It was too wet to go out and too cold to play ball. So we sat in the house and did nothing at all. Actually, I had a long walk in the rain with a friend who had been at a family funeral down south while Chip and I were doing the trauma-hospital thing in Seattle after his injury , so it was nice to catch up.

We both agreed that 10 days away in high northern summer feels like 10 weeks, and that a month in winter feels like 10 days, but that's another story. This morning, as Chip and I woke in the living room -- he's on the window seat, I'm on the couch -- the rain pelted the metal porch roof and dripped off the bushes, and we remembered there was a wedding today...

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HAINES -- They say rain at a wedding is good luck, and there is something about rain that makes a wedding more memorable.

Everyone knows that the sunny skies that follow June storms are that much more appreciated because of the weeping clouds that preceded them. Thank goodness for the groom's Haines Packing Company cannery crew, which completed the pavilion on the beach in time, and, thankfully, so big...

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HAINES -- It is the time of year when some folks hunt black bear for meat. Black bears are the pork of rural Alaska. (The butcher will turn ours into sausage and brats.) But there is more to this first hunt of the year than food.

There is something that calls male hunters, especially, to the woods after those long winter evenings at home where they are expected to speak at the dinner table, watch “Masterpiece Theater”, or learn a few yoga stretches. ("Trust me, your back will feel better when you are in that tree stand.")...

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I should have been suspicious when one friend said she came down with food poisoning on the ferry on her way home from a winter Outside. But her husband didn't, and no one else on board seemed to either.

Or Sunday night when Dave (of the terrific Dave and Mandy folk duo) needed a stool to sit on, and did not attend the pre-concert potluck because of food poisoning. Or even on Sunday when I felt a little queasy in church, and a long walk did not perk me up enough to rally for Norm's annual Aloha birthday party, which always signals the arrival of spring...

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I have been living on coffee, brown rice and dates, madly typing with two (sore) fingers this week, and have hardly budged from my keyboard. I have not gotten out much at all in the last two months either, except to get a little fresh air, or exercise, or do what I absolutely must in order to meet a book deadline of April 1...

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