Saturday, September 20, 2014

Twenty Sixth: Yurt


What a weekend!   Whenever I go to Homer it helps me recharge and helps me get back on track.


     This weekend was all about enjoying the absolutely gorgeous weather that we were provided.  Every day was so clear, the air so crisp, the clouds whiter than white.     

     We started out at the always amazing Sourdough Express again.  I was able to eat reindeer for the first time.  It was an Alaskan reindeer sausage quesadilla and it was so delicious.  I cannot explain it and or really compare it to anything else.  If you ever have the opportunity to try it, I highly suggest it.     

     After we got fat and happy,  we walked on over to the Farmers Market.  It too was just as great as before.  I love that everything is local.  The vegetables were so fresh and colorful.  So refreshing to see so many fresh fruits and vegetables.     

     I then helped my friend Chelsea move into her yurt**.  I am so in love with this idea.  It is a very cute little set up.  It has everything one could need.     

     After everything was moved in, I was sitting on the deck and saw my first eagle fly in with such poise..."Sat so beautifully for hours on a branch ~ taking in the beautiful scenery too.  "He" was so big and just demonstrated so much strength, beauty and poise.      

     After moving in, we were able to cook up an amazing meal.  We just had to make sure the yurt kitchen was up and working. Everything was absolutely phenomenal.  To complete the night,  we went and started a bon fire right on the beach.  It was the perfect way to end a very beautiful Saturday.



**Detour:  Background and definition of a "yurt"...It is a distinct feature in central Asia that has been around for over three thousand years.  It has been described as tent-like dwelling and was used by the Scythians, a nomadic nation that lived in the northern Black Sea and Central Asian region from around 600 BC to AD 300.



The Sourdough Express started in this little van. 


                               



The Yurt. 
My first eagle sighting in Alaska. Sitting out on the yurt porch. 


The fabulous dinner in process.