~Photo by Micah Lee~

You run, you hide

As tears fall from your eyes

They fall like snow

From a wounded soul

You hold inside

The hurt of great divide

The hole is starting to get old

So come back to the light

To the love, you will find

It’s been here all along

So come back to the start

And you’ll find in your heart

That you always belonged

To Me

Just take the rope

I won’t let it go

Give in

We can start again

I’m life, I’m hope

And I’m ready to explode

With how bad I want you back home

You’re my daughter, you’re my son

You’re the one I long to love

And you’ve heard I chose to die

Do you know you’re the reason why?

~Grey Holiday~

Seth installs insulation around one area of the house.

Daily lunch break is taken under the shelter built by the Alaska Airline crew.

Micah and Kenton were assigned the task of organizing the contractor's supply trailer.

The north side of the basement floor with the garage in the background.

While Seth and Andrew worked...

Micah, Kenton, and Doug took off on a two-day Kasilof dipnetting-for-salmon trip.

A short rest at Beluga Point along the Seward Highway as we headed south to the Kasilof River.

Micah waits for the shaking of the net in Kasilof.

More waiting....

Then... feel the shaking of the net, twist it to keep the fish from escaping, then run for shore! Fishing goes on day and night. Micah, Kenton, and Doug caught 27 salmon in about 18 hours.

Jay and his wife Kathleen show off one of the netted red salmon. Kathleen caught more fish than any other dip netter and was awarded the coveted title Fish Wisperer. Jay cleaned more fish than any other dip netter and was awarded the title Good Husband.

We pretty much had the entire beach to ourselves.

Tracy combs the beach for gems.
Life's not all about fishing!

It's also about eating and gabbing.

Dave and Tracy cooked up a huge batch of French toast for all to enjoy. Their Tent setup was named the "Tarp" Mahal.

Pastor Ron was the tough guy among all the die-hard fishermen.

The gulls were always ready for us to throw food to them. They never slept, so it appeared. By evening at low tide, there were thousands of them along the shore making lots of racket.

Dip netting is a relaxing, social event for all the families. Nothing like a campfire to warm the body and soul.