Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is an American holiday involving excessive consumption of food with family and friends, giving thanks, and reflective recriminations about the poor treatment of the Native Amercans. The event was reestablished by Lincoln to commemorate and thank the contribution of the Native Americans to the early pilgrims. Nowadays at least, it is recalled with post-colonial guilt that this was repayed with mass slaughter and land confiscation. For a Kiwi it feels like Christmas and Waitangi Day in New Zealand rolled into one, minus the presents.

I had thanksgiving dinner at the cabin of my friend Adam. Further to traditional Turkey, cranberry sauce, beans, sweet potatoes and stuffing, we had salmon quiche, salads, and even rice and dahl provided by some Indian (as in Hyderabad) friends. With 3 Indians, a German, a Canadian and me out of 11 it was a pretty diverse bunch, and a very enjoyable evening. Adam's big atlas provided the starting point for lots of conversation.

From the left, here are Holly, Jay, Lisa (from Alaska), Adam and Praveen.

And here from the left are Frank and Lalida, Rakesh, and Bridge. The red tanks bottom left are for water not fuel!

Adam and Frank (see Interior Ice blog) are good friends I met at the climbing wall. This Thursday we ate, drank and talked nonsense; as opposed to most Thursdays when we go to the climbing wall, and lay about on the mats talking nonsense. Somehow Adam's girlfriend Elena eluded the camera. Praveen, Rakesh and Bridge are classmates of her. The university is such a small place though - I knew Praveen and Bridge from playing indoor cricket with the Indian engineering contingent at the UAF Student Recreation Center.

Freed somewhat from the Native American question as a foreigner, I like thanksgiving: its a chance to get together, reflect on and acknowledge who and what you are thankful for in your life, and to eat good food with your friends.

Our Chena Ridge Cabin

Update: After giving Lise the hard sell, we are going to move into this cabin! It's owned by a friend of my friend Jeremy who took me out there with our friend Anna as Lisa's representative (for the woman's view of the access drive and interior conditions). much to my reflief Anna loved it, and I am sure that Lisa will too.

It's about 9km from campus and has great views out to the south, sitting about 10 C degrees warmer than town and above the ice fog that forms in Tanana Valley in the winter. Plenty, OK not plenty, but room enough for visitors looking for the real Alaskan experience (bears not included).

Above is Jeremy in the living area. Post renovations, there wil be a couch where the work bench is.

And here, between Holland (US Marshall Sands to you) and me, is the newly installed bathroom. Plenty of cabins up here have no running water - to avoid pipe-freezing probelms - but this palce is luxuriously appointed with a 5000 litre tank, flush toilet and shower.

First Ascent

Dad recently sent me this old picture that I don't remember seeing before. That's me and him and Ben, our wonderful labrador, at the top of Mt. Holdsworth in the Wairarapa, May 1987. Dad's got ahold of Ben because he was spooked by explosives being used in the installation of a repeater station nearby.

That was my first ascent of anything bigger than a good sized tree. I daren't say I imagined then that I would be in Alaska 18 years later. I wonder where I'll be in 18 more years? And if on seeing pictures from now I will also wonder if I really looked like that!