Monday, January 25, 2010

Finishing up my time in Nome. I could write a basket of novellas about this place; as my brother once noted pretty much every permanent resident has a compelling narrative going. That said, I will resist and instead give an example of why I keep coming back. It isn't the food.

My baby and I along with Laura and Jeff, Lorne, Graham, and at some point in the evening Ian, went out by snowmachine and foot to an old miner's cabin about 15 miles outside of Nome. Nice day, crystal clear and pushing 0F. The pictures should tell the story.


This is the best stuff in life. Out in the far corner of the world, crammed into a ramshackle hut with a fistfull of fine friends making music and spinning stories. This is why Nome keeps pulling me back.



The last one is a bit explicit, I know.....



Sorry about the spotty visuals here, between a rudimentary camcorder and a headlamp for a spotlight not much was captured. You do get the music, nonetheless.

Thanks to my friends, and mea culpa for stoking the fire up to 116F, according to the thermometer on the top bunk.

1 Comments:

At 6:10 PM , Blogger Jeff Collins said...

Good times had, good times to continue on the trails of NZ

 

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