Chasing the Sunset

You know, I don't mind updating this at all, but when your parents, grandparents, friends, random people you don't even really know, and people who haven't talked with you since high school tell you that they read your blog when they wake up in the morning it's a lot of pressure.

I didn't have anything really to write about.  I was running ideas through my head all day.  Maybe I could have written about the Baptist church group who came into the cultural center, who I decided I should lead on a blueberry picking tour.  Or maybe about the pancakes I decided to make at 10:00 pm with real maple syrup and fresh tundra blueberries.  Nah, not really that interesting.

So I took a shower (don't worry, this is NOT a post about me showering), and I was thinking that maybe I just wouldn't write anything and would just go to bed. 

And then I looked out the window and saw it, for the first time since I've been here:  the sun setting.  The whole pink and orange and red ordeal.  The clouds had finally broken into fluffier cotton balls instead of the blanket of gray that had been covering the sky for over a week.

I decided that I needed to get dressed right away and take Ruffian out for a walk.  To chase the sunset.

At first I didn't think we would go to far, so we walked down the road a little ways and went down a path into a tundra and sat in that boat (the old wooden one that is just sitting in the middle of the tundra.  Normal).

I was ready to walk back, but Ruffian was pulling me the other way.  So we went the other way and continued to chase the sunset.  We passed by some school buildings...

And we just kept on walking.  There weren't anymore boardwalks or bike paths and the "highway" (the only paved road in town) had turned to dirt.  So we just walked in the middle of the road, and kids zig zagged back and forth across the street playing. 

We just kept on walking, following the road and the reddish colors in the sky.

Finally we came up to a turnoff in the road and a body of water with the sun setting behind it.  There were ducks swimming and waterbirds calling.  It was breath taking.  On the way out I saw the sign for what it was called:  the town's "sewage lagoon".  Glad Ruff and I didn't decide to go skinny dipping!

As we walked back to the house, we saw more spectacular sites:  Bethel starting to be lit up by street lights and houses, and a full moon rising about the tundra and the town.

Sun is completely down right now, and it is dark outside.  12:40 am!  Time for bed.