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Alaskan Fall

Fall comes early in Alaska, so most of these pics were taken in August or September. It’s now November, and I’m back in California, central coast, where fall takes its sweet time. In truth, I’m not sure the winters here are really worthy of the name. If no one is slipping on the ice and breaking their legs or otherwise endangered by the cold, crappy weather, then it’s hard for me to call that a “winter.” Not that I’m complaining or anything. It’s just that fall in these parts is just sort of starting to catch up to the fall of two months back. So, even though I’m remiss in posting these pics, they are still timely for folks in the Lower 48.

Everything lit up when the sun came out after a downfall of rain, one of these fall days. No reports of pots of gold or leprechauns spotted at the end of this rainbow — just pretty colors….although there are gold in and around McCarthy, and there’s plenty of pot, but as far as I know, there have been no pots of gold.

Rainbow over McCarthy Alaska 2018

Colors of McCarthy 

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My continued obsession with McCarthy Creek

To keep me warm when the night temperatures dropped to freezing (and below), I had a helluva wood pile in my (rather very large) tent, to burn in my stove:

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My woodpile, stocked up for the coming cold weather. I kept warm.

Colorful moments seen in the late fall, as my summer comes to an end:

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McCarthy Creek, Alaska 2018

Fall McCarthy Creek Alaska 2018

McCarthy Alaska, September, 2018

McCarthy Creek 2018 Alaska

Views like this are good for the soul

Last Man Standing

There’s an annual contest/tradition in McCarthy, put on by McCarthy Lodge. Whatever’s left of beer and cheap whisky is put out on the street, the day after the Lodge officially closes, along with whatever the hell is left of the food, which is usually a bunch of fries and some sort of meat protein and perhaps a pasta dish.

This year, we procured a fancy bit of signage to advertise, from one of our alcohol vendors:

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Last Man Standing, a McCarthy Lodge tradition. As can be seen, there’s still water left, but no beer.

The contest is called “Last Man Standing.” As the name implies, locals drink all the beer and whisky that we put out, and whoever is still standing after everyone leaves is the winner.

I’m a light weight and not a serious threat to the serious competition. In fact, this year I believe I staggered away well before midnight and enjoyed a good night’s sleep in my tent, a good enough night’s sleep to be up early. On my way in to the office, I came across the winner of the Last Man Standing competition:

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Declared winner of the Last Man Standing competition of 2018

He’s not standing, as you can see, but as there was no one else in the vicinity to dispute the claim, this man took the prize and was declared the new reigning champ. It took a while for me to wake him up, but when he came to, he popped up with a surprising burst of energy and vitality.

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The light dims, the cold sets in, and my McCarthy summer comes to a close

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Writer. In the summers, I live and work in the incredible state of Alaska, in the bush community of McCarthy; I pass the winters in the Santa Cruz Mountains of California. I'm working on a memoir-based nonfiction book on the American Dream. I blog, quite frequently, and I also have a novel in process, set in Alaska.

5 Comments

  1. Joy Erdman says

    Yup! I loved the rainbow too. We saw them a lot in Alaska. Good times. So what’s the prize? Just the prestige of being the last man standing or is there a tree whereon the winners names are carved?

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