tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1108059198187245372024-03-13T04:22:07.151-07:00The Hyer FamilyWelcome to our blog! Please feel free to post your own comments, stories, musings, etc.
"It's the friends who surround, encircle, and embrace us that tell us who we are."Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-59501435098237920502011-03-24T09:33:00.000-07:002011-03-24T10:50:19.665-07:00JanuaryOk, here goes nothing... Chris here trying my hand at publishing the blog. It's been decided that I will be the primary blogger as I have more opportunities to do quick entries during the day- nap times etc. Another part of my role as Mr. Mom I suppose. We'll see how it goes. As March is quickly drawing to a close I will do a little catch up- starting where we left off.<br /><br />January- We went from a very snowy December into a big warm spell that made us think it was going to be Spring. Our snowman did not fare well but we enjoyed the warmer temperatures and were getting out on the boat a couple times a week, working our crab and shrimp pots really hard. The skis had nothing to fear though, and by the end of the month winter returned and things got unusually cold for around here. We ate lots of fresh crab and shrimp and filled the freezer with more. Calder is getting used to going out on the boat and is fascinated by the wildlife we see- eagles, sea birds, sea lions, etc. He loves getting out on the beach and throwing rocks. He's running and jumping around and his babbles sometimes even make sense, with added words everyday...more and more a little boy and less of a baby...it's happening quickly. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVb32cGC7Ro/TYt3zeubpOI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HszlLEq25qg/s1600/IMG_3710.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587691488988079330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FVb32cGC7Ro/TYt3zeubpOI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HszlLEq25qg/s400/IMG_3710.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jen and Calder on a cold hike in the muskeg behind our house with Petersburg Mountain behind them. <br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sps-yokrucg/TYt3yFNDTjI/AAAAAAAAA2A/XTe6Ic_bnes/s1600/IMG_3736.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587691464957316658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sps-yokrucg/TYt3yFNDTjI/AAAAAAAAA2A/XTe6Ic_bnes/s400/IMG_3736.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />A nice warm day on Wrangell Narrows with the ferry Matanuska headed into Petersburg. This was the same ferry that we took from Haines when we moved to Petersburg last summer. <br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0xdu0Z7JXM/TYt3xvmZ8QI/AAAAAAAAA14/Rs-cCf-kFak/s1600/IMG_3714.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587691459158077698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0xdu0Z7JXM/TYt3xvmZ8QI/AAAAAAAAA14/Rs-cCf-kFak/s400/IMG_3714.JPG" border="0" /></a> We took the boat down the narrows to a public dock on Kupreanof Island and went for a little hike.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CqAgSi2Cbw/TYt2NViItFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/eH_zxXmYm5Y/s1600/IMG_3725.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587689734173930578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CqAgSi2Cbw/TYt2NViItFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/eH_zxXmYm5Y/s400/IMG_3725.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder the monkey man still likes to put on his hat from Halloween and run around- or draw with his crayons. Most of the time he draws on the paper (sometimes the cabinets or table) and has only chomped off the tips of two crayons, so we're making progress on his artistic side...future architect?<br /></div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587689728136346050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wndkuXTIW9M/TYt2M_CqecI/AAAAAAAAA1o/vNJwHhCWymE/s400/IMG_3712.JPG" border="0" /> Erik and I after a good day crabbing. We've been getting up to 20 king crab in each pot, but getting legal sized males has been a little tougher. To get 2 keepers in 1 pot is a great day!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXJ1amF5iY0/TYt2MnCmpmI/AAAAAAAAA1g/wTsri1UtIO0/s1600/IMG_3703.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587689721693644386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aXJ1amF5iY0/TYt2MnCmpmI/AAAAAAAAA1g/wTsri1UtIO0/s400/IMG_3703.JPG" border="0" /></a> Processing a load of nice shrimp.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X1MDbQeXMo/TYt2MfwATfI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2GIO_ZjgKEQ/s1600/IMG_3739.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587689719736585714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1X1MDbQeXMo/TYt2MfwATfI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/2GIO_ZjgKEQ/s400/IMG_3739.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Jen, Calder and I went out on a blustery day and were only able to pull 1 of our 2 king pots and the shrimp pots as it was too rough. It was pretty high stress but we were rewarded big in a record number or shrimp (for us) and 3 species of crab- king, tanner, dungeness. That's a 5 gallon bucket nearly full of shrimp! <br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUlD5PL3Cm0/TYt2MLVs62I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5hv7Np_-aVs/s1600/IMG_3747.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587689714257554274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WUlD5PL3Cm0/TYt2MLVs62I/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5hv7Np_-aVs/s400/IMG_3747.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jen admiring the catch. Calder is taking a well earned nap after the craziness of the day.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587686410687190674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TK-O2fPHlX8/TYtzL4lJlpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/5OgalrHhRt0/s400/IMG_3754.JPG" border="0" /></div>Calder smiling for the camera. He scrunches up his face if you ask him to smile...funny guy. He and Jen are having a little "pic nic" in our living room.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlWIE0SmJZk/TYtzpO_a1OI/AAAAAAAAA1I/EnNMqgLSQI4/s1600/IMG_3762.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587686914919159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlWIE0SmJZk/TYtzpO_a1OI/AAAAAAAAA1I/EnNMqgLSQI4/s400/IMG_3762.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ok, Chris's blog post #1 is complete. If January was all about crabbing, February was all about Hawaii... will work on that post shortly. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-27609149631203822032011-02-01T18:48:00.001-08:002011-02-03T23:22:46.531-08:00December Festivities and Family 2010December was a wonderful month of holiday celebrations, as we had both the Burger and Hyer families visit us to celebrate the Christmas month. We spent much time on the new boat, crabbing and shrimping, and enjoying many meals of the freshest (never frozen) crab and shrimp. Have we mentioned how much we love living here? Here's Calder enjoying the snow in his new snowsuit and boots. He will run to the front door with his boots, just begging to go outside and play:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568926673080241746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjNTcElTlI/AAAAAAAAA0g/euDMpMcB6v0/s400/IMG_3496.JPG" border="0" />St.Nick's Day, Southeast Alaska style - put out your X-tra Tuffs and see what St.Nick brings. Here's his friend Zia Hulebak joining in the fun:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568925282851821042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjMChETFfI/AAAAAAAAAz4/HbbgYKT82-0/s400/IMG_3450.JPG" border="0" />We had a family first - harvesting a Christmas tree from the woods only 12 miles from our home. We parked Chris' old Chevy truck, then hiked down a side road in search of the perfect SMALL tree. We found this Western Hemlock, which looked so much smaller in the woods than it did in our living room. I also gathered boughs of various trees to make my first wreath:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568925294012262466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjMDKpJ6EI/AAAAAAAAA0A/FN5U81nOcuM/s400/IMG_3468.JPG" border="0" />Ready to make my wreath:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568925304827810434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjMDy7yEoI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/sDF4rUbWWSU/s400/IMG_3474.JPG" border="0" />Chris and I have been waiting for the moment when we could harvest a Christmas tree with his red Chevy:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568925303084803042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjMDscN4-I/AAAAAAAAA0I/nB0xmqMHth8/s400/IMG_3473.JPG" border="0" />The tree was MUCH bigger than we had anticipated (18 feet!). We had to chop a few feet off both the bottom and top. Here is Chris holding the top of the tree on his head:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568926662790497794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjNS1vURgI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/IeHpN43Aozk/s400/IMG_3476.JPG" border="0" />Our home, Petersburg, from the water:<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjNUQ9NY-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/8MtWMCywsiU/s1600/IMG_3517.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568926687276393442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjNUQ9NY-I/AAAAAAAAA0w/8MtWMCywsiU/s400/IMG_3517.JPG" border="0" /></a>First, the Hyers (Terry, Erin, Barbara, and Travis) all visited. Here's Trav and Chris hauling up a King Crab pot:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjNTqDN1lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/xdkSljlsvOY/s1600/IMG_3514.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568926676832605778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjNTqDN1lI/AAAAAAAAA0o/xdkSljlsvOY/s400/IMG_3514.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris recieved a special present of a workbench vise that was his Grandpa's:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjMCSCAF_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/_FLuwoMpe4w/s1600/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B142.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568925278815655922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjMCSCAF_I/AAAAAAAAAzw/_FLuwoMpe4w/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B142.JPG" border="0" /></a>Grandma bought us three gals matching pj's for Christmas:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjKjs9KO-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/93NmWoGLH5Y/s1600/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568923653955533794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjKjs9KO-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/93NmWoGLH5Y/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B139.JPG" border="0" /></a> The frozen muskeg in winter, right out our backdoor:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjKjE3WoWI/AAAAAAAAAzg/iliKOvUBwN8/s1600/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568923643193762146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjKjE3WoWI/AAAAAAAAAzg/iliKOvUBwN8/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B132.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris, Calder, and I with our house in the background (the tan house), standing on the frozen muskeg:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569727849376055474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUul-CWpALI/AAAAAAAAA04/A2QcpiSa26U/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B130.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjKiEBZ7yI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/t6_FZM1KpeM/s1600/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B127.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568923625787617058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjKiEBZ7yI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/t6_FZM1KpeM/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B127.JPG" border="0" /></a> Uncle Trav reading to Calder:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIr1WgwdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/hhZ1leJfAX0/s1600/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568921594625049042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIr1WgwdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/hhZ1leJfAX0/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B098.JPG" border="0" /></a>Trav, Calder, Terry, and Chris with a fresh King Crab:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIrkoRH7I/AAAAAAAAAy4/6Gwg_Sx1mVY/s1600/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568921590136119218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIrkoRH7I/AAAAAAAAAy4/6Gwg_Sx1mVY/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B086.JPG" border="0" /></a> Next, the Burgers visited for Christmas. Here's Grandpa with the rocking orca he made for Calder:<br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIq4sYnsI/AAAAAAAAAyo/sWaIvx4hdaw/s1600/burgerdec2010%2B110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568921578342227650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIq4sYnsI/AAAAAAAAAyo/sWaIvx4hdaw/s400/burgerdec2010%2B110.JPG" border="0" /></a> On a boat trip, Calder with a shrimp:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568921580987332978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIrCjBuXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/dODHpxEtaAw/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B070.JPG" border="0" />Tired mama and baby:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIqttR60I/AAAAAAAAAyg/x6VmPsO_XJk/s1600/burgerdec2010%2B069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568921575393192770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjIqttR60I/AAAAAAAAAyg/x6VmPsO_XJk/s400/burgerdec2010%2B069.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jen, Calder, and Wisconsin Grandpa:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjHQgGzlnI/AAAAAAAAAyY/HOq8anvleIg/s1600/burgerdec2010%2B061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568920025553933938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjHQgGzlnI/AAAAAAAAAyY/HOq8anvleIg/s400/burgerdec2010%2B061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjHQK0m6RI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/iS_EE7U4L_0/s1600/burgerdec2010%2B058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568920019840461074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjHQK0m6RI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/iS_EE7U4L_0/s400/burgerdec2010%2B058.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder's first snowman, made on our back porch:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjHPSvDSmI/AAAAAAAAAyI/OT2gAeuXxWI/s1600/burgerdec2010%2B037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568920004784769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjHPSvDSmI/AAAAAAAAAyI/OT2gAeuXxWI/s400/burgerdec2010%2B037.JPG" border="0" /></a> My folks enjoying a drive out the road, almost to the end:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjHPAbTLUI/AAAAAAAAAyA/irsvc9-FKU8/s1600/burgerdec2010%2B020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568919999870086466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjHPAbTLUI/AAAAAAAAAyA/irsvc9-FKU8/s400/burgerdec2010%2B020.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy Holidays!!!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568923621813320322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TUjKh1N2-oI/AAAAAAAAAzI/qbbaz5g0Jrk/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B099.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-72863223374556921622011-01-23T18:20:00.000-08:002011-01-23T19:13:52.487-08:00November 2010 HighlightsOut for a sunny walk in the muskeg, Calder enjoying (and often trying to eat) nature:<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoko8tn4I/AAAAAAAAAxk/9ql-qoxLrDI/s1600/IMG_3349.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565578955688091522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoko8tn4I/AAAAAAAAAxk/9ql-qoxLrDI/s400/IMG_3349.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris and Calder on the Hungry Point Trail in town:<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoESRlBlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/N4etoLFNLN4/s1600/IMG_3358.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565578399845779026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoESRlBlI/AAAAAAAAAxc/N4etoLFNLN4/s400/IMG_3358.JPG" border="0" /></a> Two weeks later on that same trail. This was Calder's first sled ride and he loved it (thanks Gina for the idea and sled!):<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565578397265069730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoEIqShqI/AAAAAAAAAxU/60XvKsu6tPM/s400/IMG_3386.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoDtOlQvI/AAAAAAAAAxM/TeZlftxbQiA/s1600/IMG_3389.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565578389901099762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoDtOlQvI/AAAAAAAAAxM/TeZlftxbQiA/s400/IMG_3389.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoDQlrljI/AAAAAAAAAxE/EVG5Yf5U3Sc/s1600/IMG_3403.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565578382213355058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzoDQlrljI/AAAAAAAAAxE/EVG5Yf5U3Sc/s400/IMG_3403.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><div> The "Christmas Tree Lighting Parade" down Main Street. The Hulebak and Hyer families...yes, everyone is IN the parade down to the tree, where it is lit, and then the band starts playing:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzjfVkF7XI/AAAAAAAAAwM/zQ7bg6eWjN0/s1600/November%2B2010%2B012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565573367027068274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzjfVkF7XI/AAAAAAAAAwM/zQ7bg6eWjN0/s400/November%2B2010%2B012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzjezbEWPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/pMEuhzq1jfI/s1600/November%2B2010%2B015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565573357862410482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzjezbEWPI/AAAAAAAAAwE/pMEuhzq1jfI/s400/November%2B2010%2B015.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder playing on our back porch:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565582585257146034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzr36JaNrI/AAAAAAAAAxs/cbiU7k2qzdU/s400/November%2B2010%2B034.JPG" border="0" />Chris and Erik with our new fishing boat, shortly after its arrival by ferry from Washington. It's a 24 foot Hewescraft:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzjeQfWelI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ZZm5e9zrdsM/s1600/November%2B2010%2B039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565573348485134930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzjeQfWelI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ZZm5e9zrdsM/s400/November%2B2010%2B039.JPG" border="0" /></a> Launch Day!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzjeByDAOI/AAAAAAAAAvs/8Pcw3iVYjrs/s1600/November%2B2010%2B042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565573344537018594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzjeByDAOI/AAAAAAAAAvs/8Pcw3iVYjrs/s400/November%2B2010%2B042.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris hauling a crab pot. We have 2 crab pots and 2 shrimp pots:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565576418963636514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTzmQ-6eQSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/UIbWXQ3LDN0/s400/IMG_3455.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-56739441897791418312011-01-18T17:39:00.001-08:002011-01-20T13:12:02.857-08:00October 2010: travels and HalloweenOctober started off in Petersburg with "The Humpy 500," a soap box car race down main street. The kids were pretty creative with their cars:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563714494247300754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZI2s1NbpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/zp4kSYr_7jw/s400/IMG_3094.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZI2H_oDpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/X4iErAv0mG0/s1600/IMG_3105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563714484358876818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZI2H_oDpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/X4iErAv0mG0/s400/IMG_3105.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris and Calder went to Washington and Idaho for 10 days (I stayed home in Petersburg and worked). First stop: Tri-Cities Washington to visit Aunt Betty. Here is a pic of Travis and Calder enjoying the sun:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563714480926452418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZI17NRasI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/F4LljXwfu0U/s400/IMG_3113.JPG" border="0" />Next stop: Kilroy Bay in Idaho. Calder enjoying the warmth of the fireplace:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZHZzGkVfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/r9QwWdL8sbw/s1600/IMG_3125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563712898202883570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZHZzGkVfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/r9QwWdL8sbw/s400/IMG_3125.JPG" border="0" /></a>Calder and Chris napping by the fire:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZHZd1FloI/AAAAAAAAAvA/uBTTPhI-C9E/s1600/IMG_3128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563712892492420738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZHZd1FloI/AAAAAAAAAvA/uBTTPhI-C9E/s400/IMG_3128.JPG" border="0" /></a>Calder, his Grandma, and his Great-Grandma out for a walk:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZHZMKQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7b0RYr2vOLs/s1600/IMG_3133.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563712887749405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZHZMKQ6gI/AAAAAAAAAu4/7b0RYr2vOLs/s400/IMG_3133.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another nap by the fire, this time with Grandma:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZHY84WCxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-j156BOrdU0/s1600/IMG_3140.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563712883647712018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZHY84WCxI/AAAAAAAAAuw/-j156BOrdU0/s400/IMG_3140.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enjoying a book together (Erin, Calder, Travis, and Terry):<br /><div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZEcrzeeHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-vrSymu68p8/s1600/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563709649248483442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZEcrzeeHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-vrSymu68p8/s400/Hyer%2Blake%2Band%2Bchristmas%2B053.JPG" border="0" /></a>Back in Petersburg for Halloween. Chris and I carved pumpkins this year:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZEcaf_RFI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i5URjhZDYf4/s1600/IMG_3189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563709644603343954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZEcaf_RFI/AAAAAAAAAuI/i5URjhZDYf4/s400/IMG_3189.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris and I with our little monkey (we are trees):<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZEcO49y2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/pM3ey5wb4jc/s1600/IMG_3247.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563709641486879586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZEcO49y2I/AAAAAAAAAuA/pM3ey5wb4jc/s400/IMG_3247.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCgboi_bI/AAAAAAAAAt4/f4BNr26EO8I/s1600/IMG_3249.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563707514603896242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCgboi_bI/AAAAAAAAAt4/f4BNr26EO8I/s400/IMG_3249.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCf-cNiII/AAAAAAAAAtw/AZesS1r8GXw/s1600/IMG_3279.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563707506767530114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCf-cNiII/AAAAAAAAAtw/AZesS1r8GXw/s400/IMG_3279.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCfvysb0I/AAAAAAAAAto/otCElBvjgJA/s1600/IMG_3293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563707502835298114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCfvysb0I/AAAAAAAAAto/otCElBvjgJA/s400/IMG_3293.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />High Endeavours being pulled out of the water for the winter. This was quite the production:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCfcdHx2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/mnaYUeZJdts/s1600/IMG_3304.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563707497644541794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCfcdHx2I/AAAAAAAAAtg/mnaYUeZJdts/s400/IMG_3304.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCe1RQS3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/jBR-a8kEEUU/s1600/IMG_3318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563707487125785458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTZCe1RQS3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/jBR-a8kEEUU/s400/IMG_3318.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-9587207850705510852011-01-17T19:19:00.001-08:002011-01-17T22:58:59.844-08:00September Pictures (yes, September!!!)I just realized that our last post had August photos from our move to Petersburg. Now we've been here over 4 months. My goal is to catch up to 2011 and then we plan to do every other week shorter posts, rather than the "marathon-posting" that we do every few months. We'll see how this goes.<br /><br />Calder and Jen picking blueberries. Calder was VERY into it:<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMJweLUcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/9mqsBSgx0m8/s1600/IMG_3014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563366276455944642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMJweLUcI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/9mqsBSgx0m8/s400/IMG_3014.JPG" border="0" /></a>A great day of sailing, our last of the season before putting our boat on the hard for winter:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMJn2fkSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/SGljqBhkqZ4/s1600/IMG_3044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563366274142015778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMJn2fkSI/AAAAAAAAAtI/SGljqBhkqZ4/s400/IMG_3044.JPG" border="0" /></a> We took our good friends (Erik, Alice, and baby Zia) who had never been sailing. A great quote of the day was Erik, "Is the boat supposed to be tipped so far over?":<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMJe2oEAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/BOaw23EM42U/s1600/IMG_3052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563366271726653442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMJe2oEAI/AAAAAAAAAtA/BOaw23EM42U/s400/IMG_3052.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMJIZFU8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/4D2FaVfhHNY/s1600/IMG_3053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563366265697162178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMJIZFU8I/AAAAAAAAAs4/4D2FaVfhHNY/s400/IMG_3053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMI1ZNViI/AAAAAAAAAsw/aUGJDNYeBHk/s1600/IMG_3059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563366260597413410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUMI1ZNViI/AAAAAAAAAsw/aUGJDNYeBHk/s400/IMG_3059.JPG" border="0" /></a> Heading back to Petersburg:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563363635601934050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJwChhBuI/AAAAAAAAAso/yc83pG0gcss/s400/IMG_3060.JPG" border="0" /> Petersburg from the water:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJvi7vhoI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2TGsi3GZylA/s1600/IMG_3069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563363627122001538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJvi7vhoI/AAAAAAAAAsg/2TGsi3GZylA/s400/IMG_3069.JPG" border="0" /></a> An unusually sunny September led to starting a lawn project, digging up a flower bed to plant next year:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJvI7sQfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/XRWp_5lkRKo/s1600/IMG_3074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563363620142465522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJvI7sQfI/AAAAAAAAAsY/XRWp_5lkRKo/s400/IMG_3074.JPG" border="0" /></a> Getting some cooking done during a phase when Calder only wanted to be held:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJu5tKyWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FPWHxGvYqSw/s1600/IMG_3082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563363616055019874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJu5tKyWI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/FPWHxGvYqSw/s400/IMG_3082.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder has mastered the stairs:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJuZ6N_mI/AAAAAAAAAsI/WrggW2_ihdU/s1600/IMG_3087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563363607519821410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUJuZ6N_mI/AAAAAAAAAsI/WrggW2_ihdU/s400/IMG_3087.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sunny picnic day excursion to Woodpecker Cove with the Hulebak family:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIRJnphzI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Cue8HAgVJWU/s1600/IMG_2985.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563362005419132722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIRJnphzI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Cue8HAgVJWU/s400/IMG_2985.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIQnrUU9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/qX_b53gBs40/s1600/IMG_2981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361996307715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIQnrUU9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/qX_b53gBs40/s400/IMG_2981.JPG" border="0" /></a> The view from our back porch. The herons often perch atop the trees:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIPyigdZI/AAAAAAAAArw/7JwwgjC04Ic/s1600/IMG_2976.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361982043682194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIPyigdZI/AAAAAAAAArw/7JwwgjC04Ic/s400/IMG_2976.JPG" border="0" /></a> The muskeg that is our backyard:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIPuwcS3I/AAAAAAAAAro/XmXrAuQZkZI/s1600/IMG_2970.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361981028387698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIPuwcS3I/AAAAAAAAAro/XmXrAuQZkZI/s400/IMG_2970.JPG" border="0" /></a>Biking to work:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIPEp-VEI/AAAAAAAAArg/NBWQ511tYwA/s1600/IMG_2968.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563361969726968898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TTUIPEp-VEI/AAAAAAAAArg/NBWQ511tYwA/s400/IMG_2968.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-40878621677560902172010-10-03T16:40:00.001-07:002010-10-03T23:17:34.204-07:00August 2010: Roadtrip, Calder's First Birthday, & Move to Petersburg!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523970872745031682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkWPdOSeAI/AAAAAAAAAlc/h-kdUWeszKk/s400/Hyerfamily.jpg" border="0" />Hello! Lots of pictures following this text. The last few months have been chaos interspersed with moments of relaxation, as we’ve sold a house, bought a house, graduated residency, gone on an Alaskan roadtrip, celebrated Calder’s first birthday, and packed up our family of three and moved to a new town. <br /><br />We were lucky to sell our Anchorage home easily through mutual friends, but needed to be moved out before I finished residency. We had most of our belongings packed up and shipped via barge to our new home in Petersburg, before we had even officially closed on the house! Then we packed up our remaining items and moved in with Chris’ folks in Anchorage while I finished residency. We packed up again for the month of June to do a rural medicine rotation in Seward, Alaska; where our sailboat has been residing. This was a very fun month with lots of sailing and good Emergency Room experience. Chris, his dad Terry, and friend Nate then sailed the boat from Seward to Petersburg across the Gulf of Alaska. It was, thankfully, an uneventful voyage. Then all of us back to Anchorage for the end of residency. We had a few weeks off before I started my new job, so we decided to go on a roadtrip in Chris’ parents’ trailer. This was Calder’s second Alaskan roadtrip and he did great – much better than the roadtrip at age 2 months! We saw lots of Alaska (see pics below) and celebrated his first birthday. Then back to Anchorage, where we packed up the rest of our stuff in two vehicles and set out for our new home in Petersburg – 3 days by road, 1 day by car ferry.<br /><br />Petersburg is a fishing village of about 3,000 people on an island in Southeast Alaska with strong Norwegian and Native roots. It is in the rainforest of Southeast Alaska, getting about 110 inches of rain. For comparison, Portland only gets 36 inches of rain a year. You can get here only by airplane (when the planes can make it in) or boat (on the ferry). There is a substantial logging road system on Mitkof Island that we have been exploring. Chris has been fishing and moose hunting. We’ve all been hiking and blueberry picking. Our house sits up in the muskeg (bog) on piling. We joke that it is our “floating home,” as we are surrounded by wetlands. We’ve been out enjoying the unusually sunny weather, so haven’t finished unpacking yet.<br /><br />As far as work, I’m the fourth full time family doctor here. The clinic is attached to the ER, the hospital, and long term care. When on call, I cover the ER in between seeing clinic patients. I admit my own patients and follow them in the hospital, and I take care of long-term care patients. Call is taken from home at night, some nights quiet, others busy. In clinic, I see everyone – from geriatrics to prenatal care, from well baby exams to acutely sick people. It’s a great mix and I’m staying VERY busy.<br /><br />The first week we were here we made the newspaper twice – there was an article about us, as well as an ad for a “Community-Wide Open House” to meet and greet the new physician in town! We are just so happy to be making this home and it’s neat that people are excited to have us here.<br /><br />Today, Calder had his radio debut. You know you’re in a small town when you go to the local radio’s potluck fundraiser kick-off and find yourself live on the air. Calder was in a pack on my back and started babbling during the radio interview, so he was on the air!<br /><br />NEW ADDRESS: PO Box 313. Petersburg, AK 99833<br /><br />That’s all for now. Enjoy the pictures and sorry that it’s been so long since we posted.<br /><br />Our roadtrip rig at our first stop - the Boltz Family house in Big Lake, Alaska. That's Chris, Calder, and Nate:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523970875575860786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkWPnxNfjI/AAAAAAAAAlk/BwtjXUX77Bw/s400/IMG_2297.JPG" border="0" />Talkeetna, Alaska: walking the trail from our campground to town:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523970882339336514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkWQA9v8UI/AAAAAAAAAls/zJB66XEGJOM/s400/IMG_2300.JPG" border="0" />Talkeetna, by the river. Calder loves playing with and throwing rocks:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523970888994566706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkWQZwesjI/AAAAAAAAAl0/bAWYTQ5ZfFU/s400/IMG_2305.JPG" border="0" />Talkeetna at the airstrip, watching the planes take off:<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKlnPI4SPXI/AAAAAAAAArE/C1mEYUN_1Ic/s1600/IMG_2335.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524059927725882738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKlnPI4SPXI/AAAAAAAAArE/C1mEYUN_1Ic/s400/IMG_2335.JPG" border="0" /></a> Byer's Lake Campground: rainy afternoon walk:<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKlnO9yc0GI/AAAAAAAAAq8/LFjFQKS98lc/s1600/IMG_2372.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524059924748619874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKlnO9yc0GI/AAAAAAAAAq8/LFjFQKS98lc/s400/IMG_2372.JPG" border="0" /></a>Byer's Lake: Calder's first canoe trip! He did great on this 2 hour canoe trip around the entire lake:<br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523999800780578930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwjSja4HI/AAAAAAAAAq0/VPUM4tRokjA/s400/IMG_2397.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwjMkPb_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/EpfLqBBZVXE/s1600/IMG_2405.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523999799173410802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwjMkPb_I/AAAAAAAAAqs/EpfLqBBZVXE/s400/IMG_2405.JPG" border="0" /></a> On the Nenana River, Calder loves the rocks:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwi-VIeiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_NmX5q6AxXY/s1600/IMG_2418.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523999795351943714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwi-VIeiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/_NmX5q6AxXY/s400/IMG_2418.JPG" border="0" /></a>Our campsite near the Nenana River in the Interior:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwiXmlO3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/aJwgLkyl_is/s1600/IMG_2443.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523999784956148594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwiXmlO3I/AAAAAAAAAqc/aJwgLkyl_is/s400/IMG_2443.JPG" border="0" /></a>North of Fairbanks on the Chataneka River, playtime with Grandma Hyer:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwhr8QisI/AAAAAAAAAqU/m2qjS6F5cKU/s1600/IMG_2459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523999773235907266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkwhr8QisI/AAAAAAAAAqU/m2qjS6F5cKU/s400/IMG_2459.JPG" border="0" /></a> Uncle Trav and Calder:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkuihMhLdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/yYv3bWERt6o/s1600/IMG_2463.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523997588507930066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkuihMhLdI/AAAAAAAAAqM/yYv3bWERt6o/s400/IMG_2463.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder with Grandpa Hyer:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkuh1BmV4I/AAAAAAAAAqE/JVa_0zR5Cl0/s1600/IMG_2483.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523997576650971010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkuh1BmV4I/AAAAAAAAAqE/JVa_0zR5Cl0/s400/IMG_2483.JPG" border="0" /></a>Calder's FIRST Birthday! I made him pancakes for breakfast:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkuhW78qrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FlkTuc_k1LI/s1600/IMG_2501.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523997568574204594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkuhW78qrI/AAAAAAAAAp8/FlkTuc_k1LI/s400/IMG_2501.JPG" border="0" /></a> Out for a birthday walk:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkugqmLA5I/AAAAAAAAAp0/LyhKDgnkyio/s1600/IMG_2505.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523997556671710098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkugqmLA5I/AAAAAAAAAp0/LyhKDgnkyio/s400/IMG_2505.JPG" border="0" /></a> Onto Fairbanks for his birthday afternoon at Uncle Trav's house. Yummy organic carrot cake with yogurt frosting:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkugDfTqzI/AAAAAAAAAps/5V9_e_iJ6IE/s1600/IMG_2517.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523997546173934386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkugDfTqzI/AAAAAAAAAps/5V9_e_iJ6IE/s400/IMG_2517.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder was a bit concerned about us all standing around him, singing at him, with a candle lit in front of him. It was all a bit much at first...<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKks0iP9nTI/AAAAAAAAApk/Q1ecjx2Apow/s1600/IMG_2524.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523995699005201714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKks0iP9nTI/AAAAAAAAApk/Q1ecjx2Apow/s400/IMG_2524.JPG" border="0" /></a> But he warmed up to it...<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKks0d7YcuI/AAAAAAAAApc/T9zNaBqTwX4/s1600/IMG_2532.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523995697845138146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKks0d7YcuI/AAAAAAAAApc/T9zNaBqTwX4/s400/IMG_2532.JPG" border="0" /></a>Then he discovered frosting...<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKks0Oc_0qI/AAAAAAAAApU/xdfWnn2kG1k/s1600/IMG_2540.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523995693691163298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKks0Oc_0qI/AAAAAAAAApU/xdfWnn2kG1k/s400/IMG_2540.JPG" border="0" /></a> and then he was REALLY happy...<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKksz0_I21I/AAAAAAAAApM/CTVRK7HNLVU/s1600/IMG_2567.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523995686855039826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKksz0_I21I/AAAAAAAAApM/CTVRK7HNLVU/s400/IMG_2567.JPG" border="0" /></a>Yummmmmm......<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkszZboY1I/AAAAAAAAApE/o3CtMdWqMCw/s1600/IMG_2572.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523995679458354002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkszZboY1I/AAAAAAAAApE/o3CtMdWqMCw/s400/IMG_2572.JPG" border="0" /></a>Neat porcupine puppet from Uncle Trav:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqBhZCyhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/osxX792dSZM/s1600/IMG_2583.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523992623578270226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqBhZCyhI/AAAAAAAAAo8/osxX792dSZM/s400/IMG_2583.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is Chris' birthday outfit from when he turned one. We squeezed Calder into it:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqBTpGwqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Y0PZJZXsoeA/s1600/IMG_2577.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523992619887542946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqBTpGwqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Y0PZJZXsoeA/s400/IMG_2577.JPG" border="0" /></a>Fairbanks, checking out the muskox:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqBGQQg9I/AAAAAAAAAos/hvUFMAKZiME/s1600/IMG_2588.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523992616293663698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqBGQQg9I/AAAAAAAAAos/hvUFMAKZiME/s400/IMG_2588.JPG" border="0" /></a>Trav and Chris at the Fairbanks Fish Hatchery, where Trav is assistant manager:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqAuxIHaI/AAAAAAAAAok/Ss3xtAsE3fI/s1600/IMG_2611.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523992609989074338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqAuxIHaI/AAAAAAAAAok/Ss3xtAsE3fI/s400/IMG_2611.JPG" border="0" /></a>Calder's bed in the trailer:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqAJen2RI/AAAAAAAAAoc/zXDn-GtjS08/s1600/IMG_2620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523992599979350290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkqAJen2RI/AAAAAAAAAoc/zXDn-GtjS08/s400/IMG_2620.JPG" border="0" /></a>Then, back to Anchorage to pack up for our big move to Petersburg. Here we are on Day #1 of our trip to Petersburg, our rigs all packed:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKknzFvhTfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kMwg2yzg5UI/s1600/IMG_2643.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523990176614927858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKknzFvhTfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kMwg2yzg5UI/s400/IMG_2643.JPG" border="0" /></a>Grizzly Lake for our first night on the road:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523990174097408226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkny8XTAOI/AAAAAAAAAoM/5X5-YUcQ1EU/s400/IMG_2656.JPG" border="0" />Pulled over for a picnic lunch break:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKknyT7j-TI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3pz8q5VWZio/s1600/IMG_2660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523990163243661618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKknyT7j-TI/AAAAAAAAAoE/3pz8q5VWZio/s400/IMG_2660.JPG" border="0" /></a> We drove past the lake where Chris proposed to me about 6 years ago when we were driving to Oregon to start Medical School. We have a picture of me on this very rock, newly engaged. It's the last lake before you leave Alaska and head into Canada:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKknxVrwWfI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LPlw3fYA78k/s1600/IMG_2665.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523990146534365682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKknxVrwWfI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LPlw3fYA78k/s400/IMG_2665.JPG" border="0" /></a> Haines, Alaska:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKknxBz_YoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/eUOjTBERets/s1600/IMG_2671.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523990141200196226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKknxBz_YoI/AAAAAAAAAn0/eUOjTBERets/s400/IMG_2671.JPG" border="0" /></a>Our hotel in Haines, an old historic fort:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkkrAetCjI/AAAAAAAAAns/2cd9UETYT5E/s1600/IMG_2672.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523986739228379698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkkrAetCjI/AAAAAAAAAns/2cd9UETYT5E/s400/IMG_2672.JPG" border="0" /></a>On our way on the Alaska Marine Highway:<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkkqltcCAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0Wp7A0QJ17g/s1600/IMG_2689.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523986732042422274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkkqltcCAI/AAAAAAAAAnc/0Wp7A0QJ17g/s400/IMG_2689.JPG" border="0" /></a>Calder peeking out of our ferry cabin at 3am (he didn't sleep well):<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkkqSBI9HI/AAAAAAAAAnU/HzqX4FNOqL4/s1600/IMG_2692.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523986726756349042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkkqSBI9HI/AAAAAAAAAnU/HzqX4FNOqL4/s400/IMG_2692.JPG" border="0" /></a> Rounding the corner into Petersburg...<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkkp8R0drI/AAAAAAAAAnM/EAcTCoIx3go/s1600/IMG_2694.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523986720920729266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkkp8R0drI/AAAAAAAAAnM/EAcTCoIx3go/s400/IMG_2694.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiNethhcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_gDMLg0uZCk/s1600/IMG_2679.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523984032924272066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiNethhcI/AAAAAAAAAnE/_gDMLg0uZCk/s400/IMG_2679.JPG" border="0" /></a> Almost to Petersburg:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiNKV8MuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/sI8gTsIbeXc/s1600/IMG_2697.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523984027456647906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiNKV8MuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/sI8gTsIbeXc/s400/IMG_2697.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our new home:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523984018266948354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiMoG8gwI/AAAAAAAAAm0/H6dA-Nted5c/s400/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" />Fishing boats were heading out of town, float planes were landing and taking off, and 2 eagles were perched to meet us at the ferry dock:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiMcbndPI/AAAAAAAAAms/ofMm4HOI8u0/s1600/IMG_2704.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523984015132423410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiMcbndPI/AAAAAAAAAms/ofMm4HOI8u0/s400/IMG_2704.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our living room, waiting for us with many boxes:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiMAR4dxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/h39Hxz_Wdzg/s1600/IMG_2706.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523984007575402258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkiMAR4dxI/AAAAAAAAAmk/h39Hxz_Wdzg/s400/IMG_2706.JPG" border="0" /></a> First fishing expedition, only 20 minute drive from our home:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZsZJ-VUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/XhHfAh-FApc/s1600/IMG_2742.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523974668404282690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZsZJ-VUI/AAAAAAAAAmc/XhHfAh-FApc/s400/IMG_2742.JPG" border="0" /></a>The view of the muskeg off our back porch:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523974661336160018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZr-0zVxI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pzTZIuVlujs/s400/IMG_2708.JPG" border="0" />Calder on his new birthday bike:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZrSvzd-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/WvfEnNZV5dA/s1600/IMG_2760.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523974649504036834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZrSvzd-I/AAAAAAAAAmM/WvfEnNZV5dA/s400/IMG_2760.JPG" border="0" /></a>Chris' first Petersburg salmon:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZrGKwR9I/AAAAAAAAAmE/lCgHNJJeI3s/s1600/IMG_2768.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523974646127413202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZrGKwR9I/AAAAAAAAAmE/lCgHNJJeI3s/s400/IMG_2768.JPG" border="0" /></a>Yummy carrots from our local market:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZqsbVCBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vx9jVxbGUDU/s1600/IMG_2773.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523974639217608722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TKkZqsbVCBI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vx9jVxbGUDU/s400/IMG_2773.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-49187541633135621892010-06-16T22:45:00.001-07:002010-06-16T23:44:18.820-07:00March 2010: Vera Lake and the IditarodWe are a bit behind in our posts! Our goal is to catch up this week, but we'll see what happens. Here are some March highlights. Most of our weekends were spent in Willow, Alaska at the cabin. Here we are out on the lake, watching the Iditarod dogsled teams pass by:<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBnCQ-Y3KkI/AAAAAAAAAlM/61_pOD5LhE8/s1600/CIMG3798.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483627618181261890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBnCQ-Y3KkI/AAAAAAAAAlM/61_pOD5LhE8/s400/CIMG3798.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder loves his spoon:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBnCQq__dWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rSAkgvugQ-M/s1600/IMG_1531.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483627612976674146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBnCQq__dWI/AAAAAAAAAlE/rSAkgvugQ-M/s400/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder and Jen in front of their Anchorage home with over 5 feet of snow:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBnCP6bxfVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/41dcMGdzkQk/s1600/IMG_1538.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483627599939861842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBnCP6bxfVI/AAAAAAAAAk8/41dcMGdzkQk/s400/IMG_1538.JPG" border="0" /></a> Zia Hulebak loving on Calder - can I keep him?<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBnCPOh653I/AAAAAAAAAk0/WJ8mw-y-Q4g/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483627588154484594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBnCPOh653I/AAAAAAAAAk0/WJ8mw-y-Q4g/s400/IMG_1551.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder in the cargo sled at the Vera Lake cabin:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm_8XVf3rI/AAAAAAAAAks/vSiM9ERK1ak/s1600/IMG_1564.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483625065077530290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm_8XVf3rI/AAAAAAAAAks/vSiM9ERK1ak/s400/IMG_1564.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm_KLCaw8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/xvd0zbf6ZM0/s1600/IMG_1570.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483624202782819266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm_KLCaw8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/xvd0zbf6ZM0/s400/IMG_1570.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris successfully chopped a hole through the ice, procuring us our water supply:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm7qzsIOFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yj5HD10MSYY/s1600/IMG_1582.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483620365404485714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm7qzsIOFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/yj5HD10MSYY/s400/IMG_1582.JPG" border="0" /></a>Part of the water being used for Calder's sink bath (warmed of course on the wood stove):<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm6_eDP4oI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Vk_83TWVSZM/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483619620861502082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm6_eDP4oI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Vk_83TWVSZM/s400/IMG_1603.JPG" border="0" /></a> Out for a day ski:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm6cE3PGHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yYh0BzmgEQI/s1600/IMG_1604.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483619012804810866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm6cE3PGHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/yYh0BzmgEQI/s400/IMG_1604.JPG" border="0" /></a>Spring is near when you can enjoy a beer on the front porch:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm51kRn9AI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nrbPb9MehL4/s1600/IMG_1610.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483618351222092802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm51kRn9AI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nrbPb9MehL4/s400/IMG_1610.JPG" border="0" /></a> Zia and Calder on a date at our house:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm5IHDXz1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/cZycDHx-aWM/s1600/IMG_1619.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483617570283573074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm5IHDXz1I/AAAAAAAAAj8/cZycDHx-aWM/s400/IMG_1619.JPG" border="0" /></a>Dad showing Calder how to open his mouth wide for his food:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm4i5zsMDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/XMnq8S4TGOI/s1600/IMG_1625.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483616931072978994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm4i5zsMDI/AAAAAAAAAj0/XMnq8S4TGOI/s400/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" /></a>Uncle Trav, Calder, and Grandpa Hyer enjoying a sunny snowy afternoon at the cabin:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm33Iky3fI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6HE_aaVpjPo/s1600/IMG_1628.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483616179122789874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm33Iky3fI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6HE_aaVpjPo/s400/IMG_1628.JPG" border="0" /></a> More sink bath time:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm3Hvjh7bI/AAAAAAAAAjk/LW3QndYHTzw/s1600/IMG_1640.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483615364952747442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TBm3Hvjh7bI/AAAAAAAAAjk/LW3QndYHTzw/s400/IMG_1640.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />April pics to follow....Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-75165251286257040732010-06-05T13:44:00.001-07:002010-06-17T23:09:52.022-07:00April 2010: Calder's Baptism & Trip to WisconsinApril was a month with two main events. First, Calder was baptised at St.Mary's Episcopal Church in Anchorage (along with Chris). We had many family members and friends join us for the event, including John Peters (Calder's godfather from Washington) with his girlfriend Mandi, Kelly Wilda (Calder's godmother and Jen's cousin from Wisconsin), and Uncle Trav too. Second, we took Calder on his first trip to Wisconsin to spend time with Grandpa and Grandma; the weather was great and we had a fantastic visit.<br /><br />This picture is in Anchorage up at Flat Top Mountain on a sunny April day:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwOfPZaWuI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0qjopZIRmTI/s1600/100_0388.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479770776474901218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwOfPZaWuI/AAAAAAAAAjc/0qjopZIRmTI/s400/100_0388.jpg" border="0" /></a> A ski trip around Eklutna Lake with Chris (and Calder in the chariot below), Jen, and Kelly. Kelly did a GREAT job and hadn't skied in a very long time prior to this:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwMtXacPXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/K0nh3YGKVwo/s1600/100_0405.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479768820121615730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwMtXacPXI/AAAAAAAAAjU/K0nh3YGKVwo/s400/100_0405.jpg" border="0" /></a> Chris, Calder, and Kelly:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwLhJojiNI/AAAAAAAAAjM/I7LRFFGGCL4/s1600/100_0411.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479767510752659666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwLhJojiNI/AAAAAAAAAjM/I7LRFFGGCL4/s400/100_0411.jpg" border="0" /></a> We all took a trip to Matanuska Glacier. This was a BLAST! We had a guided tour by Bill, who owns the property leading up to the glacier. He took us by snowmobile and sled out to the ice directly in front of the glacier, where we slid around and played. Trav learned that he needed to hang on a little tighter to stay on the sled. We could hear the bubbles in the ice below our feet and the creaking of the moving glacier around us. What an experience! Here is Jen & Kelly in front of the glacier:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwKmx_sXHI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9gPEkwbvW6M/s1600/100_0450.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479766507974843506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwKmx_sXHI/AAAAAAAAAjE/9gPEkwbvW6M/s400/100_0450.jpg" border="0" /></a> Jen and Chris in a glacier crevasse, not a normal tourist destination, a bit eerie:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwKK2xOfaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/c6v8HT9wpRM/s1600/100_0465.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479766028220005794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwKK2xOfaI/AAAAAAAAAi8/c6v8HT9wpRM/s400/100_0465.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The whole gang on the ice of Matanuska Glacier (Chris, Jen, Kelly, Travis, Mandi, John):<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwJyDt0buI/AAAAAAAAAi0/fEXg0LJYqCY/s1600/100_0470.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479765602198646498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwJyDt0buI/AAAAAAAAAi0/fEXg0LJYqCY/s400/100_0470.jpg" border="0" /></a> Chris and Jen in an ice cave, a bit spooky: <div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwJakgEMWI/AAAAAAAAAis/C7N5ayQ-H6U/s1600/100_0478.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479765198682468706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwJakgEMWI/AAAAAAAAAis/C7N5ayQ-H6U/s400/100_0478.jpg" border="0" /></a> Calder's first restaurant experience in Anchorage. Kelly treated us to a meal at the Muse Restaurant in downtown Anchorage:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwJBMGGbKI/AAAAAAAAAik/QoS3S4RsdYw/s1600/100_0517.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479764762634382498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwJBMGGbKI/AAAAAAAAAik/QoS3S4RsdYw/s400/100_0517.jpg" border="0" /></a> Baptism day: Calder is wearing his great grandfather's baptism gown (it's a gown - not a dress!):<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwGtJLHk9I/AAAAAAAAAic/Yxf2I9ktazY/s1600/100_0433.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479762219229483986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwGtJLHk9I/AAAAAAAAAic/Yxf2I9ktazY/s400/100_0433.jpg" border="0" /></a> John (godfather), Chris, Calder, Jen, and Kelly (godmother) outside the church:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwFxPhI5KI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rUVTeMx-l8M/s1600/100_0439.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479761190140306594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwFxPhI5KI/AAAAAAAAAiU/rUVTeMx-l8M/s400/100_0439.jpg" border="0" /></a>Before the baptism, in his dad's polyester suit, being held by Kelly:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwEg77gksI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9ayXvAYgc7k/s1600/100_0425.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479759810492666562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwEg77gksI/AAAAAAAAAiM/9ayXvAYgc7k/s400/100_0425.jpg" border="0" /></a> John and Mandi corrupting Calder:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwDDGRGbeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/jOhO3UGzljg/s1600/IMG_1645.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479758198359879138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAwDDGRGbeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/jOhO3UGzljg/s400/IMG_1645.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder in his dad's polyester leisure suit the morning of the baptism:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArHmkn3eaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cSdMoGP5jeM/s1600/IMG_1654.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479411362129476002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArHmkn3eaI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cSdMoGP5jeM/s400/IMG_1654.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jen feeding Calder, the spread of Easter lunch/dinner on the table:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArFsuW4DsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/MhnOVpBGFHA/s1600/IMG_1658.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479409268798525122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArFsuW4DsI/AAAAAAAAAh0/MhnOVpBGFHA/s400/IMG_1658.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder in his car seat:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArEFs9HziI/AAAAAAAAAhk/alT0lA8fXRo/s1600/IMG_1679.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479407498895543842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArEFs9HziI/AAAAAAAAAhk/alT0lA8fXRo/s400/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" /></a> On his flight from Anchorage to Wisconsin:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArDYYasz3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/mYFE_uEKT5E/s1600/IMG_1685.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479406720288345970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArDYYasz3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/mYFE_uEKT5E/s400/IMG_1685.JPG" border="0" /></a>Playtime in Manitowoc with Wisconsin Grandpa and Grandma:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArB_TEXOcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7YXNsyQIbUg/s1600/IMG_1700.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479405189844122050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArB_TEXOcI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7YXNsyQIbUg/s400/IMG_1700.JPG" border="0" /></a> Time for a walk down to Lake Michigan - Grandma, Calder, Chris, and Grandpa:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArBBoHj8MI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5HjiNbVhpGo/s1600/IMG_1721.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479404130342793410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TArBBoHj8MI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5HjiNbVhpGo/s400/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" /></a>Playtime with Grandpa. Note the little wooden yellow car on the floor - Grandpa is busy making Calder all sorts of neat toys!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq-60NGNgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/V6kRHGcrV8o/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479401814304896514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq-60NGNgI/AAAAAAAAAhE/V6kRHGcrV8o/s400/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /></a>Calder in a beautiful sweater that Wisconsin Grandma knit him:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq-DmV676I/AAAAAAAAAg8/GVhmHyCOBt8/s1600/IMG_1750.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479400865691004834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq-DmV676I/AAAAAAAAAg8/GVhmHyCOBt8/s400/IMG_1750.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sitting out in the sunny Manitowoc backyard:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq73K_AaBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tOKiWRrC6H4/s1600/IMG_1762.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479398453165451282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq73K_AaBI/AAAAAAAAAg0/tOKiWRrC6H4/s400/IMG_1762.JPG" border="0" /></a>Playtime with Dad:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq60Rw2xWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/AYOBFCPSw1w/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479397303933912418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq60Rw2xWI/AAAAAAAAAgs/AYOBFCPSw1w/s400/IMG_1767.JPG" border="0" /></a> Feeding time with Grandma:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq6KLYoaEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/E-75FGD7FFU/s1600/IMG_1768.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479396580667189314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq6KLYoaEI/AAAAAAAAAgk/E-75FGD7FFU/s400/IMG_1768.JPG" border="0" /></a>Playtime with Uncle Dave & Aunt Barb Wilda:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq5cs5Is2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/JTcTIyaUF-k/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479395799387911010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq5cs5Is2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/JTcTIyaUF-k/s400/IMG_1777.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris, Jen with Calder, Ty, and Laura:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq4YdHiEsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DvN2pj4SgYA/s1600/IMG_1779.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479394626922222274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq4YdHiEsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/DvN2pj4SgYA/s400/IMG_1779.JPG" border="0" /></a>Wisconsin Grandpa teaching Calder how to cook Johnsonville brats:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq3_4LC8iI/AAAAAAAAAgM/o6LvXAsBEk8/s1600/IMG_1793.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479394204687987234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/TAq3_4LC8iI/AAAAAAAAAgM/o6LvXAsBEk8/s400/IMG_1793.JPG" border="0" /></a> April was a busy month! It was wonderful to spend quality time with so many friends and family!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-23097498384745156552010-03-18T14:16:00.000-07:002010-04-10T20:53:23.940-07:00January and February in AlaskaJanuary and February have been marked by many new foods (avocado is still Calder's favorite), sitting up by himself, and ski trips to the cabin in Willow, Alaska. We've also gotten out in the local ski trails by our house. I finished my 2 month inpatient chief service (the toughest two months of residency) and am now on ER medicine, which I'm greatly enjoying. Chris is winding down his work days at REI. We're busy trying to get our home sold, buy a home in Petersburg, and getting ready for the move to Southeast Alaska in August (the start day of my new job is September 1). Here are some pics from the last two months:<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KceMVBNoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/pMytE0bsrm8/s1600-h/January+2010+060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450090541591115394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KceMVBNoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/pMytE0bsrm8/s400/January+2010+060.JPG" border="0" /></a> He loves his sweet potatoes:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KcObTN3xI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cuwazTxhXlM/s1600-h/January+2010+067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450090270732181266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KcObTN3xI/AAAAAAAAAf8/cuwazTxhXlM/s400/January+2010+067.JPG" border="0" /></a> Skiing in Willow, Alaska:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6Kb_WqjYJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/23Cf6S2lewE/s1600-h/January+2010+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450090011789844626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6Kb_WqjYJI/AAAAAAAAAf0/23Cf6S2lewE/s400/January+2010+025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KbtHlGvhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/9vQKebG0GTM/s1600-h/January+2010+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450089698502819346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KbtHlGvhI/AAAAAAAAAfs/9vQKebG0GTM/s400/January+2010+021.JPG" border="0" /></a> He loves sucking on the beer bottles (after the beer is cleaned off of course!). Here he is enjoying an IPA:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KbWVwdYWI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Oz2O6mKQgD4/s1600-h/January+2010+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450089307171545442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KbWVwdYWI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Oz2O6mKQgD4/s400/January+2010+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Reading a hunting magazine with Grandpa Hyer at the Willow cabin:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KbFPPGdSI/AAAAAAAAAfc/uC7elNNi0rE/s1600-h/IMG_1427.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450089013363242274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KbFPPGdSI/AAAAAAAAAfc/uC7elNNi0rE/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" /></a>Another beer bottle! Oh boy!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KawVvy5PI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KAKavacxTJQ/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450088654333732082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KawVvy5PI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KAKavacxTJQ/s400/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enjoying a winter's night fire at home:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KaffbgeSI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HNHDwlzHhGk/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450088364875217186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KaffbgeSI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HNHDwlzHhGk/s400/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" /></a>Avocado!!!!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KaMjJzcBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Pzs2-TXoLNs/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450088039457189906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KaMjJzcBI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Pzs2-TXoLNs/s400/IMG_1386.JPG" border="0" /></a>In a cute Calder shirt made my one of my patients for him:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KZpLaBmaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/e4meN-NYnyo/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450087431787354530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KZpLaBmaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/e4meN-NYnyo/s400/IMG_1461.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is Calder's baby basket. Before tucking it away for the next one, we thought we'd see if he still fit...not quite!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KZaBVIwCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pBVdkGk8rZw/s1600-h/IMG_1464.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450087171384459298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KZaBVIwCI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pBVdkGk8rZw/s400/IMG_1464.JPG" border="0" /></a> He loves his stuffed bedtime bunny:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KZIm0ZpjI/AAAAAAAAAes/PA3RUaT3Zmg/s1600-h/IMG_1459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450086872210056754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KZIm0ZpjI/AAAAAAAAAes/PA3RUaT3Zmg/s400/IMG_1459.JPG" border="0" /></a> Enjoying a date with his friend Zia over a bowl of avocado (Zia's first food):<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KY2-CJYuI/AAAAAAAAAek/uLnQL23zbjQ/s1600-h/IMG_1442.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450086569204081378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KY2-CJYuI/AAAAAAAAAek/uLnQL23zbjQ/s400/IMG_1442.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jen pulling Calder in our "Chariot." Grandpa Hyer in the background. This is in Willow, Alaska.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KYnCY21nI/AAAAAAAAAec/sbKyDIilds4/s1600-h/IMG_1435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450086295495169650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S6KYnCY21nI/AAAAAAAAAec/sbKyDIilds4/s400/IMG_1435.JPG" border="0" /></a> That's all for now...March and April pics to follow soon!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-55045066390802283812010-01-23T14:36:00.000-08:002010-01-23T21:42:47.930-08:00December in Anchorage: Calder's First ChristmasHappy Holidays! We arrived back from Petersburg just in time for Christmas, meaning that we were dreadfully behind in our shopping/sending of gifts. In fact, we just finally mailed out the last of our Christmas gifts this weekend?!?! I had a few days off around the holidays and we enjoyed having family time. Calder did well on Christmas, though finally had to take a good long nap after all that stimulation - gifts, crinkly paper, lots of camera flashes, oh my!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1vBSuw-qeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/umeF39k1Etg/s1600-h/December+2009+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430146303260535266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1vBSuw-qeI/AAAAAAAAAeU/umeF39k1Etg/s400/December+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> Calder in a cute sweater knit by Grandma Hyer:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1vAtKvERbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Db3D_R4atmo/s1600-h/December+2009+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430145657933678002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1vAtKvERbI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Db3D_R4atmo/s400/December+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /></a> The first gift he "opened":<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1vAVLgpiSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hQQA-mFH_ok/s1600-h/December+2009+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430145245824780578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1vAVLgpiSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/hQQA-mFH_ok/s400/December+2009+050.jpg" border="0" /></a> Travis, Great Grandma Hyer, Chris with Calder, Jen, Grandma & Grandpa Hyer:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1vABUcvQ5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/9_mKm60PGwE/s1600-h/December+2009+076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430144904626914194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1vABUcvQ5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/9_mKm60PGwE/s400/December+2009+076.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think that mom and dad are more excited about the gifts than Calder:<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430144121176430434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1u_Tt3ll2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/QKaQydmKAZM/s400/December+2009+081.jpg" border="0" /> Snuggle time with Great Grandma Hyer:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1ucvVeD-bI/AAAAAAAAAds/9mi4xpKaSu4/s1600-h/December+2009+087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430106112756283826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1ucvVeD-bI/AAAAAAAAAds/9mi4xpKaSu4/s400/December+2009+087.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1uCnCWR8NI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NVN8Suj91SE/s1600-h/December+2009+104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430077382882095314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1uCnCWR8NI/AAAAAAAAAdk/NVN8Suj91SE/s400/December+2009+104.jpg" border="0" /></a> Calder's first Norwegian sweater...a special gift from the Bergren family in Petersburg:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1uBdpBU6uI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iz0xM0nvG6g/s1600-h/December+2009+106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430076121952873186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1uBdpBU6uI/AAAAAAAAAdU/iz0xM0nvG6g/s400/December+2009+106.jpg" border="0" /></a> A special moose quilt made by Grandma Hyer:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1uBInETcdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/X4btLI_Pino/s1600-h/December+2009+124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430075760651235794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1uBInETcdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/X4btLI_Pino/s400/December+2009+124.jpg" border="0" /></a> Calder is starting to be interested in books (but his attention span is only about 3 minutes!):<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1uAQVt_WRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xHMeYV3aydk/s1600-h/IMG_1206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430074793921566994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1uAQVt_WRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/xHMeYV3aydk/s400/IMG_1206.JPG" border="0" /></a> Zia Hulebak and Calder playing together (Calder just wanted to eat her hand):<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t_syO5mQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BtYLQswLrDM/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430074183100504322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t_syO5mQI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BtYLQswLrDM/s400/IMG_1249.JPG" border="0" /></a>In the car seat:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t_RThBYSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yztBFn-ZcqY/s1600-h/IMG_1265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430073710998544674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t_RThBYSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/yztBFn-ZcqY/s400/IMG_1265.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t-jvYkYfI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bImvWNn-Fv8/s1600-h/IMG_1273.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430072928205300210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t-jvYkYfI/AAAAAAAAAcs/bImvWNn-Fv8/s400/IMG_1273.JPG" border="0" /></a> Uncle Trav with his buddy:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t96UgQ68I/AAAAAAAAAck/iIB2NPuXWQ4/s1600-h/IMG_1283.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430072216615185346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t96UgQ68I/AAAAAAAAAck/iIB2NPuXWQ4/s400/IMG_1283.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jen and her little man. The cute seal skin/beaver mukluks are from Bethel:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t9OOs1WkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WJQQ63vzIE8/s1600-h/IMG_1277.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430071459143047746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t9OOs1WkI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WJQQ63vzIE8/s400/IMG_1277.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t8VhDft3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/pxbvjADNiiw/s1600-h/IMG_1290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430070484817393522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t8VhDft3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/pxbvjADNiiw/s400/IMG_1290.JPG" border="0" /></a>Calder's first skiing trip (with Chris, Jen, Grandpa Hyer, and Uncle Trav) from our driveway into Bicentennial Park and home again:<br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t6labQ9uI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mCUSug9lBU0/s1600-h/IMG_1306.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430068558892693218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t6labQ9uI/AAAAAAAAAcM/mCUSug9lBU0/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-29974775943664080632010-01-23T13:38:00.001-08:002010-01-23T19:26:49.172-08:00November: Petersburg and Baby's First ThanksgivingNovember was a month of huge decisions for the Hyer family...we went to Petersburg in Southeast Alaska for one of my rural rotations...and accepted a job! In August 2010, we will be packing up our home in Anchorage and moving to an island. Petersburg is a Norwegian fishing village of about 3,000 people (4,000 in the summer with the cannery) on Mitkof Island in the middle of the Tongass rainforest. They get twice as much rain as Seattle! But they also get snow and the setting is amazing...lots of islands and waterways to explore by sailboat and kayak, hikes in the rainforest, and hunting and fishing opportunities year-round. <br /><br />My new job is exactly what I was looking for. As a small town family doctor, I will be doing a combination of clinic work, ER coverage, hospital work, and the long-term care facility. I will joining on as their 4th family doctor. The other physicians there are great mentors for coming out of residency and the staff is supportive and friendly. We felt VERY welcomed into this community and look forward to starting life in our new home.<br /><br />Here are some pictures from our month in Petersburg, including Calder's first Thanksgiving. Chris and Calder out for a walk on our first snowy weekend in Petersburg:<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t5O_vcphI/AAAAAAAAAcE/eYtnKasimdg/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430067074260837906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t5O_vcphI/AAAAAAAAAcE/eYtnKasimdg/s400/IMG_1085.JPG" border="0" /></a> One of three harbors in Petersburg off Wrangell Narrows:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t4vw-8bQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HNB1jc4dLuI/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430066537723358466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t4vw-8bQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HNB1jc4dLuI/s400/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hammer Slough:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t21OcrGBI/AAAAAAAAAb0/DjhZJFd4HME/s1600-h/IMG_1118.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430064432508770322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t21OcrGBI/AAAAAAAAAb0/DjhZJFd4HME/s400/IMG_1118.JPG" border="0" /></a> Keeping dry in the rainforest:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t13jh6ExI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BhozaTffbd8/s1600-h/IMG_1132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430063373015978770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t13jh6ExI/AAAAAAAAAbs/BhozaTffbd8/s400/IMG_1132.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder is not too sure about that bird:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t1Ib1LwiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VECAwTbbTN4/s1600-h/IMG_1149.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430062563495494178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t1Ib1LwiI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VECAwTbbTN4/s400/IMG_1149.JPG" border="0" /></a> Grandpa Hyer and Calder doing airplane time:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t0csy9_-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ToBO8XUaRu4/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430061812135362530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1t0csy9_-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/ToBO8XUaRu4/s400/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jen going for a walk in the woods:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tzIyGBs9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/eNm1UlFNN2c/s1600-h/IMG_1159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430060370448462802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tzIyGBs9I/AAAAAAAAAbU/eNm1UlFNN2c/s400/IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Sons of Norway Hall:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tyNz-K4VI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hPb5XnJemTQ/s1600-h/IMG_1179.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430059357340098898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tyNz-K4VI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hPb5XnJemTQ/s400/IMG_1179.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sunset over the Narrows, South of town:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1txrnK7RuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jKrZtZV6M4c/s1600-h/IMG_1185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430058769788389090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1txrnK7RuI/AAAAAAAAAbE/jKrZtZV6M4c/s400/IMG_1185.JPG" border="0" /></a> That's our grumpy guy! He's also wearing a cute sweater from Wisconsin Grandma:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1txJw86tRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5DhlLCpwbG4/s1600-h/IMG_2513.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430058188298433810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1txJw86tRI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5DhlLCpwbG4/s400/IMG_2513.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hammer Slough:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tw2ePuwXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/I4ks_20E-bw/s1600-h/IMG_2523.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430057856859554162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tw2ePuwXI/AAAAAAAAAa0/I4ks_20E-bw/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy Calder with Dad:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tv-0TI7JI/AAAAAAAAAas/rFoKvUAAvvc/s1600-h/IMG_2529.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430056900706757778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tv-0TI7JI/AAAAAAAAAas/rFoKvUAAvvc/s400/IMG_2529.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder's first Thanksgiving card (from Great-Grandma Hyer):<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tvoAPTfQI/AAAAAAAAAak/lShwWSbVc1M/s1600-h/IMG_2538.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430056508774907138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tvoAPTfQI/AAAAAAAAAak/lShwWSbVc1M/s400/IMG_2538.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Stikine River Delta:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tu7ByhHHI/AAAAAAAAAac/BEM9qOvq6w4/s1600-h/IMG_2550.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430055736096922738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1tu7ByhHHI/AAAAAAAAAac/BEM9qOvq6w4/s400/IMG_2550.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Tree Lighting Parade and ceremony on Main Street in Petersburg. This was a KEY moment for us in deciding to move there. We went "downtown" to watch the parade and found ourselves IN the parade with many other young families and their children. Calder soaked it all in. I looked down at Calder, the candlelight reflected in his eyes, and said to myself, "Yes, this is where I want to raise my little boy."<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1ttcWPsmwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/b8a4SG9NZP4/s1600-h/IMG_2564.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430054109500447490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1ttcWPsmwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/b8a4SG9NZP4/s400/IMG_2564.JPG" border="0" /></a> Fun times with Grandma Hyer:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1ts73NeHtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/u9Np8q0zOeQ/s1600-h/thanksgiving+2009+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430053551413796562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/S1ts73NeHtI/AAAAAAAAAaM/u9Np8q0zOeQ/s400/thanksgiving+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>To follow very soon...December pictures....we'll get caught up yet!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-60552548296925134192009-11-01T18:16:00.001-08:002009-11-15T20:29:19.403-08:00October adventuresHere are some photos from the month of October....he's already 3 months old! He's starting to smile more and even laugh. Tonight was his first bath in the "big boy tub" with dad. We arrived in Petersburg last night, where we will be for the next 4 weeks. He also had his first plane ride yesterday - one that his mom and dad will remember! <br /><br />Who's that handsome man in the mirror?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDQ05pMCQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/td0aoLWYEh0/s1600/IMG_0828.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404549160089946370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDQ05pMCQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/td0aoLWYEh0/s400/IMG_0828.JPG" border="0" /></a> I hate to read mom!!!! Don't make me read!!!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDQLdC0NbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/y-xHFgft1IQ/s1600/IMG_0848.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404548448038172082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDQLdC0NbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/y-xHFgft1IQ/s400/IMG_0848.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bathtime with dad:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDPkOTdqdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BO53J_0SyS0/s1600/IMG_0857.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404547774066567634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDPkOTdqdI/AAAAAAAAAZs/BO53J_0SyS0/s400/IMG_0857.JPG" border="0" /></a>A glorious sunny October day in Seward, Alaska; where we took Calder for a weekend down to the sailboat:<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDOzdoNgiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2rOU-X2D43w/s1600/IMG_0868.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404546936366531106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDOzdoNgiI/AAAAAAAAAZk/2rOU-X2D43w/s400/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /></a>Smiles initially from dad and Calder on SV High Endeavours...however, later that evening he was not doing so good in his new environment. We hope he learns to like sailing eventually!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDNdHUh1rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5TZmOsXOKjY/s1600/IMG_0871.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404545452909647538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDNdHUh1rI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5TZmOsXOKjY/s400/IMG_0871.JPG" border="0" /></a> In his cute hat made by Wisconsin Grandma:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDB8myR_GI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SMHu6cGm7_c/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404532799792348258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDB8myR_GI/AAAAAAAAAZU/SMHu6cGm7_c/s400/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDBJ3WEHjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oMKYtxqOxmQ/s1600/IMG_0890.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404531928064073266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwDBJ3WEHjI/AAAAAAAAAZM/oMKYtxqOxmQ/s400/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Looking out over the Kenai River with dad:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwC_vugLt_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ANijHkXCvVE/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404530379502368754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwC_vugLt_I/AAAAAAAAAZE/ANijHkXCvVE/s400/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /></a>Who is this cute girl next to me? (Calder and Zia):<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwC9yxXEYxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/l7zpLaZEfDc/s1600/IMG_0914.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404528232785797906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwC9yxXEYxI/AAAAAAAAAY8/l7zpLaZEfDc/s400/IMG_0914.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Smiles for Grandpa Hyer:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwC4wIo8OnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YmTGLZAkHQk/s1600/IMG_0934.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404522689937029746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwC4wIo8OnI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YmTGLZAkHQk/s400/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Fun with babies (Chris, Calder, Zia, and Erik):<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5D4WfhOXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fa_A7PxYabM/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327638653319538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5D4WfhOXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/fa_A7PxYabM/s400/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /></a> A sunny fall weekend at the cabin in Willow:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5DWIO5yhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7BL2wOH-nIc/s1600-h/IMG_0961.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327050709977618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5DWIO5yhI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7BL2wOH-nIc/s400/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy to be hanging out on dad's truck:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404521670098509330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SwC30xcfXhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/2NMqcktzGek/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>More bathtime:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5COya795I/AAAAAAAAAYM/gOB-aMtn-OY/s1600-h/IMG_1023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399325825084159890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5COya795I/AAAAAAAAAYM/gOB-aMtn-OY/s400/IMG_1023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Calder's first Halloween. Pirate Calder....argh! Where's me booby?<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5B2T16B-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/3OQ6DrKmmnE/s1600-h/IMG_1031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399325404558919650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5B2T16B-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/3OQ6DrKmmnE/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pirates Chris, Calder, & Jen. It appears that Calder got into the grog:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5BbUB1eoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SqZBeRT-EEo/s1600-h/IMG_1052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399324940752484994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Su5BbUB1eoI/AAAAAAAAAX8/SqZBeRT-EEo/s400/IMG_1052.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />That's all for now. More postings from Petersburg soon!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-76815538492961018372009-09-29T18:25:00.001-07:002009-10-05T16:35:35.338-07:00Calder's Alaskan Roadtrip, age 3-6 weeksCalder's Roadtrip: Here are some picture highlights, followed by Chris' journal on our 3 week Alaskan trek.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387068633189487266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK2YUXokqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/2VatiRPmLTo/s400/IMG_0793.JPG" border="0" />King Mountain Campground on the Glenn Hwy, camped on the Matanuska River:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387066282102966642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK0Pd47SXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VXIANxipRbw/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" />Fly-fishing on the Little Nelchina River:<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK98OzR-lI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XdBV2527RYs/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387076946751519314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK98OzR-lI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XdBV2527RYs/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" /></a> Breastfeeding on the Tolsona Riverbank:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK9fUs0VLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Dxca_R0Pma0/s1600-h/IMG_0405.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387076450118816946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK9fUs0VLI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Dxca_R0Pma0/s400/IMG_0405.JPG" border="0" /></a> Burp time:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK88zxOQfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/9EuJdJ2vkCc/s1600-h/IMG_0450.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387075857163370994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK88zxOQfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/9EuJdJ2vkCc/s400/IMG_0450.JPG" border="0" /></a> A beautiful clear fall day at Tangle Lakes, off the Denali Hwy:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK8nUVRPfI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7Rseyxqp6gI/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387075487947374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK8nUVRPfI/AAAAAAAAAXc/7Rseyxqp6gI/s400/IMG_0489.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Camping at Tangle Lakes Campground on the Denali Hwy. (Terry, Trav, Nate, Anna, Leah, Erin, Jen):<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK8Pamzc_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/qG6zQ_EF4jc/s1600-h/IMG_0497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387075077314671602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK8Pamzc_I/AAAAAAAAAXU/qG6zQ_EF4jc/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" border="0" /></a> Rednecks unite - an afternoon 4-wheeler hunting ride off the Denali Hwy (Terry, Nate, Chris, & Trav):<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK7-fs4v0I/AAAAAAAAAXM/dS_jqG8rZmo/s1600-h/IMG_0495.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387074786624585538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK7-fs4v0I/AAAAAAAAAXM/dS_jqG8rZmo/s400/IMG_0495.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder and Grandpa Hyer at Tangle Lakes Campground:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK7pJD0IkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1zcWmmICeCc/s1600-h/IMG_0528.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387074419769483842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK7pJD0IkI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1zcWmmICeCc/s400/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /></a> Camped along the Delta River:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK7TGAvQHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AnBMcEoVfMA/s1600-h/IMG_0542.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387074040994152562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK7TGAvQHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/AnBMcEoVfMA/s400/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Jen sitting on the Alyeska pipeline (one of the places where it goes underground):<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK65QKUlZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WhpTFIPaRSU/s1600-h/IMG_0546.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387073597042103698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK65QKUlZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/WhpTFIPaRSU/s400/IMG_0546.JPG" border="0" /></a> Camped at Uncle Trav's house in Fairbanks:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK6hjYJmYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/wQ3Z2c3p23c/s1600-h/IMG_0556.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387073189883517314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK6hjYJmYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/wQ3Z2c3p23c/s400/IMG_0556.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Another sunny September day in Alaska?!?!?! A camping spot on the Steese Hwy on Cripple Creek:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK6FM3fWXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qsvmu7Kz1L0/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387072702804613490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK6FM3fWXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/qsvmu7Kz1L0/s400/IMG_0564.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Flat tire on the Steese Highway out of Fairbanks (160 miles of gravel road):<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK5pa_f1sI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HNSAB2vZS_4/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387072225559959234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK5pa_f1sI/AAAAAAAAAWc/HNSAB2vZS_4/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" border="0" /></a>Circle, Alaska: at the end of the Steese Highway. Our rig is in the background, camped in a parking lot on the Yukon River:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK5RDlAkXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/70O75nfRHq8/s1600-h/IMG_0588.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387071806957982066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK5RDlAkXI/AAAAAAAAAWU/70O75nfRHq8/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We met up with "Uncle Travis" for his 30th birthday on the Chatanika River. This picture of Calder is most telling of his nightly "colic" routine.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK4cMUhvjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7qAJsviU6h0/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387070898771705394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK4cMUhvjI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7qAJsviU6h0/s400/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387070150051224690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK3wnHp3HI/AAAAAAAAAV0/d8-ocIeCGpk/s400/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" />Sleepy time:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK4FFlNw7I/AAAAAAAAAV8/RPKhmjGk2C4/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387070501825659826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK4FFlNw7I/AAAAAAAAAV8/RPKhmjGk2C4/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris and his buddy taking a nap:<br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK3YRuAVJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_Eqxcw1HL8E/s1600-h/IMG_0698.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387069731989640338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK3YRuAVJI/AAAAAAAAAVs/_Eqxcw1HL8E/s400/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" /></a> Denali (Mount McKinley for those non-Alaskans) was out! She only shows herself 1 out of every 3 days during the year and this was a particularly spectacular showing:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK3ECXeviI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ixTMNA5abFo/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387069384271248930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK3ECXeviI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ixTMNA5abFo/s400/IMG_0754.JPG" border="0" /></a> South Rolly Campground in Willow:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK2vV39zyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3IlZbQ2QW7E/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387069028730523426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK2vV39zyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/3IlZbQ2QW7E/s400/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" /></a> Calder in his sling with dad at Deep Creek:<br /><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK2CWhA-eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WwMy0doUkYc/s1600-h/IMG_0791.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387068255808584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK2CWhA-eI/AAAAAAAAAVM/WwMy0doUkYc/s400/IMG_0791.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK1uoXS9nI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zKNuhMslkTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0794.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387067917002274418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK1uoXS9nI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zKNuhMslkTQ/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" border="0" /></a> Deep Creek on the Kenai Peninsula:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK1RJyey-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Vqj7e5P-MPg/s1600-h/IMG_0811.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387067410578590690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK1RJyey-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Vqj7e5P-MPg/s400/IMG_0811.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jen & Calder on the Little Nelchina River:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK03nipipI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iKkvVvdPLxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0379.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387066971888650898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SsK03nipipI/AAAAAAAAAU0/iKkvVvdPLxQ/s400/IMG_0379.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chris' journal entry on our roadtrip:</div><div> </div><div>We’re home, but not from 3 weeks sailing in Prince William Sound as originally planned. We had addressed most of the challenges of having a newborn on board, but had a couple concerns for which there were no obvious or easy solutions. Our plan was still to go sailing and improvise, but with four days of predicted 9 to 16 seas in the Gulf of Alaska (It is a 40 mile stretch of exposed ocean from Resurrection Bay to the protection of Prince William Sound); we changed course and plan. </div><div><br />Calder has officially spent more than half of his life on the road and has logged just under 2,000 miles. </div><div> </div><div>Fortunately for all of us, he does really well in the car so is proving very portable. However, he is also quite colicky and a real handful at times. It has been a much tougher transition than we thought it would be and we’ve found we were very mentally unprepared for all the changes. Now that he is over 6 weeks old (they grow up so fast) we’re getting things figured out. He’s actually mellowing a little and is having more good days than bad ones on the colicky front. He’s adorable (of course) and is starting to be more interactive with us and is working on his smile. <br /></div><div>We got home last Saturday after three weeks traveling with Grandma and Grandpa Hyer’s truck and trailer. We left Anchorage on September 1 for the Kenai River Fishcamp for a few days to pick up the trailer and do some more fishing. Then we headed back North through Anchorage and up the Glen Highway. A week later we met up at Tangle Lakes on the Denali Highway for a Rendezvous with Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Trav, and our friends Nate and Leah and their daughter Anna. From there we re-provisioned in Fairbanks and all got showers at Uncle Trav’s (and a great dinner) before heading further North to Circle Alaska. Circle is the end of the Steese highway and is about 160 miles out of Fairbanks (135 miles of gravel) and 50 miles South of the Arctic Circle, right on the Yukon River. From there we headed South, back to Fairbanks and then down the Parks Highway to Denali Park, through Anchorage and back to the Kenai. <br /></div><div>This circuit of roads makes a huge loop and travels through many mountains and tundra. The fall colors were incredible and somehow we only had 1 day of rain the entire trip. Most days were very sunny and warm…very unlike September in Alaska. The scenery was nothing short of astounding every day and we really took our time and stayed in many little campgrounds that we’ve never visited. Most were deserted, as it’s so late in our camping season. <br /></div><div>Our apologies for all the unanswered e-mails and unreturned phone calls. Lack of cell coverage is probably more of an excuse, though most evenings we did not have coverage. It was kind of nice to be out there beyond the reach of technology! We are back in Anchorage now, both heading back into work. We will continue to post updates on our blog about life with Calder. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-49857863264386831852009-08-31T22:37:00.001-07:002009-08-31T23:49:06.965-07:00Calder, weeks 2-3Here are some pics from the last two weeks. Thanks again to everyone who has sent us warm wishes, adorable cards, generous gifts and to those who have brought by meals. We appreciate your love and support as we learn daily from our little man, Calder.<br /><br />Calder post-bathtime:<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy380WC06I/AAAAAAAAAUk/BmBNF-F_JxA/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376374310644667298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy380WC06I/AAAAAAAAAUk/BmBNF-F_JxA/s400/IMG_0257.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our grumpy little man:<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy3quEerQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Hf5LbmMdvxo/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376373999722736898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy3quEerQI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Hf5LbmMdvxo/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We took Calder down to the Kenai River for a fishing trip.<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy3VEaX49I/AAAAAAAAAUU/rI_Zuewr9Zw/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376373627763024850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy3VEaX49I/AAAAAAAAAUU/rI_Zuewr9Zw/s400/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" /></a>Chris and his fishing buddy Dan, fishing with Calder:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy3BfSAOvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AF4Nnc7Xp-g/s1600-h/IMG_0223.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376373291378293490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy3BfSAOvI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AF4Nnc7Xp-g/s400/IMG_0223.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy2klh4tFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RtrHThqwxds/s1600-h/IMG_0196.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376372794839315538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy2klh4tFI/AAAAAAAAAUE/RtrHThqwxds/s400/IMG_0196.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bath time!<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy1uR32C6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/DlVIbHxWewc/s1600-h/IMG_0315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376371861849770914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy1uR32C6I/AAAAAAAAAT0/DlVIbHxWewc/s400/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /></a> Three generations of Hyer men, fishin' the Kenai River:<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy1XuUuwQI/AAAAAAAAATs/APzNc960U6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376371474350129410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy1XuUuwQI/AAAAAAAAATs/APzNc960U6Q/s400/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" /></a> After a long day of fishing...<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy027j9uoI/AAAAAAAAATk/W10eG2xM8lg/s1600-h/IMG_0281.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376370910968003202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy027j9uoI/AAAAAAAAATk/W10eG2xM8lg/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /></a>Out for an evening walk in the woods:<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy0hl_B6WI/AAAAAAAAATc/-_nT5TmsgHY/s1600-h/IMG_0274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376370544398690658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy0hl_B6WI/AAAAAAAAATc/-_nT5TmsgHY/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Two great catches - a 12 pound silver salmon and an 8 pound Calder. Chris had the goal to catch a fish bigger than his son. He hoped that it would be done this year, as Calder is only getting bigger each day:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy0OSBwgrI/AAAAAAAAATU/lCgttdtBqkE/s1600-h/IMG_0272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376370212623909554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spy0OSBwgrI/AAAAAAAAATU/lCgttdtBqkE/s400/IMG_0272.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Calder and his fish:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spyz20ECfvI/AAAAAAAAATM/Kwii4JfvN40/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376369809443421938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/Spyz20ECfvI/AAAAAAAAATM/Kwii4JfvN40/s400/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SpyzdDpUFWI/AAAAAAAAATE/aN230LNPCrE/s1600-h/IMG_0265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376369366949696866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SpyzdDpUFWI/AAAAAAAAATE/aN230LNPCrE/s400/IMG_0265.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>That's all for now. We are leaving for a 2 week trip up north to Fairbanks on a roadtrip in the comfortable trailer that we have borrowed from Gpa and Gma Hyer. Pics to follow....</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-32185977171543362972009-08-11T18:26:00.001-07:002009-08-11T19:15:12.194-07:00The Newest Crew Member: Calder Kilroy Hyer<div align="center">The Newest Addition to the Hyer Fleet: CALDER KILROY HYER</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Name Origin:</div>Calder: (Old English/Scottish) for stream, fast-flowing waters, from the wild waters<br />Kilroy: named after the location of our special family cabin on Kilory Bay, Lake PendOreille Idaho<br /><br />LAUNCH TIME: August 7, 2009 at 7:15pm<br /><br />DISPLACEMENT: 7# 8 oz<br /><br />LENGTH OVERALL: 21 inches<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368890310211680226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIhSqI0N-I/AAAAAAAAASs/SV6hY-8HR9E/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" />Our family doctor, Dr. Julie Wilson:<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIiBBrgf6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/TJB27omYBwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368891106805186466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIiBBrgf6I/AAAAAAAAAS8/TJB27omYBwQ/s400/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /></a> The happy grandparents (first grandbaby on both sides of the family):<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIhntyh10I/AAAAAAAAAS0/uQ4PC7GcUZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368890671969195842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIhntyh10I/AAAAAAAAAS0/uQ4PC7GcUZ8/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /></a>A very exhausted (but smiling Jen) after her water broke at 2am, contractions kicked in immediately, and 2 hours of pushing (to bluegrass music in the background of course!):<br /><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIg1TENzFI/AAAAAAAAASk/IAPZ6bmCtOo/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368889805802163282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIg1TENzFI/AAAAAAAAASk/IAPZ6bmCtOo/s400/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our "grumpy man" (looks like Chris at work):<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIgWdJoIQI/AAAAAAAAASc/_lGCqSFjezs/s1600-h/IMG_0070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368889275933270274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIgWdJoIQI/AAAAAAAAASc/_lGCqSFjezs/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIgD_PGJoI/AAAAAAAAASU/suN1buO_a2U/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368888958665500290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIgD_PGJoI/AAAAAAAAASU/suN1buO_a2U/s400/IMG_0068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIdTNmJBgI/AAAAAAAAASM/q3X0OnSAuFA/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368885921683408386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIdTNmJBgI/AAAAAAAAASM/q3X0OnSAuFA/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /></a>In his sleeping basket (the 4th Hyer boy to sleep in this bed):<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIcdRwyBKI/AAAAAAAAASE/1gJvJytpHIg/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368884995088843938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIcdRwyBKI/AAAAAAAAASE/1gJvJytpHIg/s400/IMG_0087.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIcGfGHYHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ilGjb1O0NMU/s1600-h/IMG_0084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368884603530993778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIcGfGHYHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ilGjb1O0NMU/s400/IMG_0084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />4 Generations of Hyers:<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIbbncZCQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/X5n3gSeAoGc/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883867037534466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIbbncZCQI/AAAAAAAAAR0/X5n3gSeAoGc/s400/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIbFb-sx0I/AAAAAAAAARs/_VFzqtYYcPU/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883486003087170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIbFb-sx0I/AAAAAAAAARs/_VFzqtYYcPU/s400/IMG_0122.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>First outing to the Alaska wilderness: a whopping 1/2 mile walk at FlatTop at 3 days old.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIawhMOHlI/AAAAAAAAARk/l1koKTgrP6Y/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368883126624722514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SoIawhMOHlI/AAAAAAAAARk/l1koKTgrP6Y/s400/IMG_0116.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Thanks everyone for the warm wishes, prayers, and love! We are sleep-deprived, constantly learning, and happy. Much love....Chris, Jen, & Calder</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-30929007648945211222009-04-20T23:51:00.000-07:002009-04-20T23:58:09.395-07:00Bethel posting #3: Radio Medical TrafficOne unique part of a family doctor’s job out here in Bethel, Alaska is answering “Radio Medical Traffic.” Before there were phones, docs would call the different villages by radio and check-in to see if there were any sick patients. They would treat, arrange transportation, and provide medical advice by radio.<br /><br />Today, much the same process occurs with the addition of some new technology. I spent one afternoon answering radio traffic from the 48 villages for which Bethel serves as the healthcare hub for. Here are some examples. <br /><br />First, a fax came through from the Village Health Aide about a sick patient that they she had just evaluated. Village health aides are usually a local village person who undergoes training to use a manual to diagnose and triage conditions. They do an extraordinary job. Back to the example…A health aide from one of the village faxed her notes about a 3 year old that they just evaluated with a high fever and cough. I looked at the list of villages and called by telephone to talk to the health aide directly, asking further questions to determine how sick the child was. The child was wheezing a bit, so I looked at a list of the medications available in the village and stated that the health aide should give the child albuterol nebulizers and Tylenol. I called back shortly after to see how he was doing. He was still having some difficulty breathing and was now requiring oxygen. At that point, because he needed oxygen, I activated the medivac system to send a plane to get him immediately. A plane flew out, picked him up, and brought him back to Bethel. He was evaluated in the ER and I admitted him to the children’s unit of the hospital. He had pneumonia and was doing much better after 24 hours of IV antibiotics and breathing treatments.<br /><br />The next call was about an 86 year old woman who had been coughing for the last week, with a low-grade temperature. She also had underlying lung disease. The decision was whether to treat her there in the village or to have her come in to Bethel by regular commercial flight to be further evaluated. There are daily flights between each of the villages (unless there is bad weather). Because she was completely stable, we offered her the choice. Some elders do not want to leave their village, but others are more willing to come in. She decided to come in on the next commercial flight (in 2 hours) to Bethel, where she was able to get a chest x-ray and other labs completed. She was prescribed antibiotics for pneumonia and flew back to her village the following night after her follow-up appointment at the clinic the next day. I could have given her the antibiotics over the phone if she hadn’t wanted to leave her village, but it was better to be able to get the chest x-ray and blood tests. However, ultimately, it was up to her.<br /><br />Then you add weather into the picture. I found myself advising one person to be taken by snow machine to the nearest sub-regional clinic with an x-ray; then having the clinic send the image by telemedicine system (they also send photos of rashes, etc by telemedicine). They couldn’t fly out (runway was covered with blowing snow) and this way we could at least start the diagnosis process and appropriate treatment.<br /><br />Finally, I attended a birth by telephone. The woman had gone into labor in the village. Usually all pregnant women come into Bethel 3-4 weeks before their due date, have the baby in Bethel, then return to their village. However, this woman hadn’t come in and presented to the village health aide in active labor. It wouldn’t have been safe to have her deliver in the airplane on the way to Bethel. Instead, we coached the health aide about the steps on delivering a baby, all while listening over the speaker phone to the entire process. The delivery went well and the mom and new baby flew to Bethel a few hours later to be evaluated.<br /><br />I’ve found that Radio Medical Traffic is quite tricky; it’s like running an ER for 48 villages over the telephone! There is an art to deciding who is really sick and whether or not they need to fly in from their village; then deciding whether that flight can be a regular commercial flight or a medivac flight. It’s a part of the job that I hadn’t anticipated, but that I’ve really enjoyed.Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-5510788809682008102009-04-12T16:27:00.001-07:002009-04-12T16:56:19.554-07:00Bethel, posting #2<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SeJ9rWrdlNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3es07F96P1s/s1600-h/Bethel.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323955893281068242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SeJ9rWrdlNI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/3es07F96P1s/s400/Bethel.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SeJ68_T3knI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1ktmjjAkB6Q/s1600-h/Bethel+1+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323952897710854770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SeJ68_T3knI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1ktmjjAkB6Q/s400/Bethel+1+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I finally was able to post some pictures. The first is Bethel from the Life Flight plane. The second is a Life Flight trip out to Kasigluk.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It’s Easter today, sunny outside but cold, and I’m stuck inside with the “Bethel crud,” a cold I must have picked up on the airplane here or on one of my ER shifts. My experience here has been a continuation of “collecting unique experiences.”<br /></div><br /><div>Yesterday, in the middle of my ER shift, I went on another Life Flight out to Kasigluk, a village of 600 people located 25 miles west of Bethel. Most of the villages in the YK Delta are along the Yukon or Kuskokwim Rivers, stretching from inland all the way to the Bering Sea. However, there are three villages known as the “tundra villages,” and Kasigluk is one of those, located on the smaller Johnson River. We landed in blustery winds on an airstrip of solid ice. The snow machines with sleds behind them were out to meet us and we climbed on board. Off we went to the clinic, cold tundra winds biting at our faces. In the entrance room of the clinic we were greeted by over ten people, all family of our patient, a 96 year old Yupik elder who had fallen. She spoke only Yupik, which made the explanation of why we needed to take her from her village (where she had lived her entire life) to go to Bethel where we could get images of her hip and make sure it wasn’t broken. She was a pleasantly demented elder, making fun of my “inadequate boots” and my silly “jump suit” and smiling grandly at everyone. However, when it came time to load her up onto the sled and plane, she became agitated. Luckily, we were able to take along two of her relatives, who calmed her in her Yupik tongue. One hour later we were looking at the x-rays of her hip in the Bethel ER and trying to decide what to do with this elder with a broken hip who simply wanted to go back to her village.<br /></div><br /><div>Day to day work in the ER is also interesting and I get to do many procedures, from draining boils to suturing cuts, from resetting broken bones to splinting and casting. Yesterday, a teen came in two days after sustaining a cut on his hand, which he stated was from falling on the gravel. He felt as if something was still imbedded in the wound. I opened it and explored it…and found a TOOTH! He sheepishly admitted that it wasn’t a fall, but rather a fight.<br /></div><br /><div>There seems to be two main seasons here, marked by “freeze-up” in October (when the rivers freeze and winter is here) and “break-up” in May (when the ice in the river breaks up and winter is over). I hope to be here for break-up. There is a large tripod set up on the ice of the Kuskokwim River for the “Ice Classic,” a competition to see who can guess the exact date and time that the tripod moves 100 feet down the river, signifying break-up. Break-up is also marked by the return of geese and white swans to the area. Snow keeps falling, which makes me wonder when it will get warm enough to cause break-up. However, a lady informed me that the elders state that the snow is light and fluffy, the kind to quickly melt, and that break-up is going to come suddenly and unheralded this year.<br /></div><br /><div>Bethel has two radio stations, a Christian radio station and their public radio station KYUK, which is a bilingual (Yupik/English) station. Also, of interest, 1975 saw the first telephone in Bethel. In the last month since I’ve been here, Bethel has seen their first cell phones.<br /></div><br /><div>That’s all from this kass’aq (white person) living out here with the Yupik (“real people”) on the YK Delta. I can't believe I've been here a week already.</div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-49121548453058141492009-04-08T19:58:00.000-07:002009-04-08T20:05:14.080-07:00Jen in Bethel, AlaskaIn my first three days here, I’ve driven on a lake, had water delivered to my home in order to shower, and have flown in a small plane to a tiny village on the Bering Sea to pick up a patient. Already, this has been an adventure. (Sorry, no pictures yet, as it is too slow to download from here).<br /><br />I’m in Bethel, Alaska for my six week rural medicine rotation. This is not just rural medicine – it is FRONTIER medicine. Bethel is a town of 6,000 people situated on the Yukon-Kuskokwim Delta (YK Delta) in southwest Alaska. It is only accessible by airplane. <br /><br />My adventure started when I left Anchorage on the one-hour commercial flight out to Bethel, flying a little too close for comfort to the ACTIVE volcano, Mount Redoubt, that was puffing away. From the air, I could see the ash-colored snow below. <br /><br />We landed in Bethel and I walked into the “airport” (a one-room building) where the signs are in both English and Yupik Eskimo. I was picked up and dropped off at my home for the next 6 weeks, a condo with my truck plugged in out front (so it starts; it’s not quite spring here yet). The water is delivered by truck every week, the sewage is pumped out of the holding tank every week, and the oil for heating delivered when we get close to running out. I also share a phone number with the neighbor in the condo next door, which is slightly comical as we knock on each other’s homes if the phone is for them! I unpacked my 4 LARGE boxes (50 pounds each) that I had jam-packed with food (it is REALLY expensive here) and my collection of many sized clothes (I’m going to be getting a bit bigger in these next 6 weeks, as I go from 22 weeks pregnant to 28 weeks pregnant). <br /><br />I realized that my truck, an official hospital truck that “beeps” as I back up, was almost empty and went in search of the gas station. Luckily my neighbor (who is from France?!) offered to come along and show me to the gas station. After filling up with gas ($6/gallon), he gave me an impromptu tour of Bethel. There’s a combination of cement and dirt roads, houses on stilts (to avoid the melt/flood), two grocery stores, and six restaurants. Also, oddly enough, there are more taxi cabs here per capita than in New York City!!! It’s a $7 flat rate anywhere you want to go and, often, there are others sharing the cab with you. We drove around town. As I turned onto one “road,” he stated, “Go faster here; it’s a little soft when you first drive onto the lake.” Hmmm…so I was driving on a LAKE! The roads here tend to include rivers and lakes until May, when “break-up” happens.<br /><br />My first day of work was in the ER, seeing many people from villages that I could not pronounce (though I definitely am trying!). Also, English is most people’s second language out here. The main culture is Yupik Eskimo (there is also a small number of Cupik Eskimos and Athabaskans). The people are quiet; I have to remind myself not to jump into "dead space" in conversations in order for them to talk. It’s difficult for me to leave silences in conversations, but I'm working on it. The people are also very friendly and genuine. When I was one dollar short on my cafeteria lunch, the lady smiled, took a dollar off the price, and said, “Welcome to Bethel. We help each other out here.”<br /><br />My next day of work was an ADVENTURE! About half way through the day, there was a call from Hooper Bay about a woman who was having seizures. The ambulances here are airplanes, so a Medi-Vac plane was needed to pick her up. <br /><br />Let me back up briefly and describe the health care system out here on the YK Delta. The Delta is the size of the state of Oregon (about 75,000 square miles). Bethel is the main hub, but it serves 58 tribes in 48 surrounding villages – a total of 27,500 people. The people are 90% Native Alaskan, mostly Yupik Eskimos. They are some of the poorest people financially, but are the richest land in terms of land and subsistence (fish, birds, game, berries, roots, etc). Only about 1/3 of the villages have running water. There is a hospital in Bethel (where I’m working). However, in each of the villages there are locally-trained Health Aides. If they have a really sick patient, they call Bethel. Bethel sends out an airplane to pick up the person (unless the weather is too bad). If the person cannot be cared for in Bethel, they get sent on to Anchorage or the Lower 48 (such as Seattle, Washington). Now that we have a CT scanner in Bethel, fewer people need to be sent to Anchorage for imaging. Additionally, all pregnant women in the villages leave their village and come to Bethel 30 days before they are due. They have their babies here and then are flown back to the village. It’s an amazing system of providing health care and employs over 1,500 people to do this.<br /><br />So…back to the seizing woman in Hooper Bay… we took off in a Cessna Caravan. It was the pilot, two health care workers (EMS), and myself. We had room for two patients and one other person. We flew the hour-long flight to Hooper Bay (I was in the front with the pilot), flying over very FLAT land. There are no mountains out here! Every now and then we’d fly over a village, a group of homes in the middle of this flat expanse of land. When we landed in Hooper Bay, I noticed that we were quite a ways from the village itself. Locals on snow machines with sleds behind them had lined up to meet us as we exited the plane. We stashed our medical supplies in the sleds and hopped on, riding across the snowy frozen tundra with wind and snow lashing us in the face on our way to the clinic! We arrived at the small clinic, unloaded, then immediately went to work on the patient. We loaded her up in one of the sleds, then off we went again on snow machines, back to the airplane. An hour later we landed back in Bethel, loaded her into the ambulance, then brought her to the hospital. Total time from the initial call was about 3-4 hours. She did well. The entire experience was very rural Alaskan and I kept thinking to myself in disbelief, “How did I end up here?!”Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-83261721443731356502009-03-19T11:15:00.000-07:002009-03-19T22:21:35.237-07:00Hawaii Trip<div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMgrawMjlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aYkX4aXosl4/s1600-h/DSC02837.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315127915515252306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMgrawMjlI/AAAAAAAAAP8/aYkX4aXosl4/s400/DSC02837.JPG" border="0" /></a> In February, Jen felt like a "true Alaskan." What do Alaskans do in winter? They leave on vacation for Hawaii. Chris had already been to Hawaii six times with his family. This was my first trip there. We went to the island of Maui, staying in historic Lahaina Town. The trip was compliments of my residency program, as we are allowed so many days off and money for Continued Medical Education. We went with two of our friends, Alice (another family medicine resident) and her husband Erik. Every morning Alice and I were in conferences, but we had the afternoons to enjoy the weather and the island. </div><div><br />The weather was FANTASTIC, almost no rain and lots of sun. The whales were in full force, also traveling from Alaska to Hawaii for winter. Here's a pic of Jen on some funky volcanic rock:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314965426278389586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScKM5TLOV1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/cOQvyK5xOyQ/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div>We drove to the "end of the road" (past Makena) where there was a hike across a lava field that led to a black sand beach. We took a wrong turn and never did find the beach, but we did find an amazing coastline. We also saw this boat anchored...definately a cruising boat...which got us dreamin' ...<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315126420927541042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMfUa-t7zI/AAAAAAAAAPs/he7iElDFF-c/s400/DSC02673.JPG" border="0" />Funny how vacation brings out the exploring child in everyone....Jen, Chris, and Erik:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315127029470163394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMf31-lccI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wBk08AqCbCI/s400/DSC02698.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314966067358581330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScKNenYpwlI/AAAAAAAAAOc/-DJ7NK1EB9o/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+014.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>There were beaches of every color on Maui. Here's Jen on a tri-colored beach. The sands were black, red, and white all mixed together to form this spectacular color. There were also rumours of sea turtles on this beach, which Jen was desparate to find, but no luck here (though she had luck later on in the trip!).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314966928806049794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScKOQwhu-AI/AAAAAAAAAOk/P9x-gUGS1AI/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+016.JPG" border="0" />We enjoyed a fantastic hike on the west side of Maui to Nakahele Blowhole. The hike went along the coast, to an area that looked like Mars (the water having carved the lava into strange domes and structures), down to a huge blowhole (that I climbed down by): </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315094278821206226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMCFgTZWNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/za3j7y5nY-c/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+018.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315095103727583378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMC1hUZwJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/gpPKlp6yON0/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+021.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315095680576550242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMDXGP6dWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5AZoqFIadl4/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+031.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Erik and Chris grilled almost every night, from swordfish to scallops. Jen and Alice made pu-pu's (pronouned poo-poo's) - that's Hawaiin for appetitizers. We ate very well! </div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098496161475186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMF6_Hq6nI/AAAAAAAAAPk/pQ7w72LrrTY/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+061.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315096168726218706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMDzgv3R9I/AAAAAAAAAPE/nRv1nDwLFAw/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+036.JPG" border="0" />Jen and Chris at Haleakala Crator - the temperature dropped to the 40's and was rainy at the top. We went for a hike down into the crator. While in there, it started to thunder and the clouds poured in. It was eerie - was the volcano coming alive or was it just thunder?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315096692825283090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMESBK0WhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/2kP9MB2pBWg/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+039.JPG" border="0" /></p></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315097613735958386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMFHn1CF3I/AAAAAAAAAPU/MJ5iNpJvh1g/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+049.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315098134741808498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMFl8ugdXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/z2OoVS7i1RY/s400/Hawaii+Feb+2009+059.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div><div>We drove the famous HANA HIGHWAY with constant hairpin turns and over 50 one-lane bridges. We were on the road by 7am to enjoy the full day. Here are some highlights, from red and black beaches to waterfalls galore:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315130180539588386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMivQoFHyI/AAAAAAAAAQM/AQuIE9U8cLY/s400/DSC02905.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315131350595505890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMjzXbJjuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0-JWmCavpQg/s400/DSC02963.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315131798356150338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMkNbdmyEI/AAAAAAAAAQk/1GdxvV8rwH8/s400/DSC02967.JPG" border="0" /><br />Last day in Hawaii...Erik, Alice, Jen, and Chris:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315132342264462258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/ScMktFrc-7I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1pzZBDiJvC8/s400/DSC03013.JPG" border="0" /><br />I think we'll go back :)<br /><p></p></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-36650323202955402232009-02-02T19:36:00.001-08:002009-02-02T20:20:43.528-08:00Big NewsHello all. It's been a while since we blogged. Our big news is that Jen has a stow-a-way on board! Not sure if it's a boy or a girl, but we'll find out soon. Our due date is August 10, 2009. We are beyond excited, just entering the 2nd trimester, and have two sets of soon to be first time Grandparents who we expect to fully spoil the little one.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Chris has been busy working on our home (a bit of nesting going on). His big projects included re-doing the fireplace (in slate) and tearing out old floors and carpet to put in a bamboo wood floor.<br /></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298410834308789090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SYe8lOUOc2I/AAAAAAAAANM/GNfh7BsjJnU/s400/January+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /> A before shot of the old fireplace (had fake rock on each side) before demo started:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298411534808006466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SYe9N_4QP0I/AAAAAAAAANU/9WRskvWyrsM/s400/January+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /> Here is Chris in the after shot - new fireplace, new flooring:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298416527737167154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SYfBwn_VHTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/4lwwGN6LeKc/s400/feb+2009+005.JPG" border="0" />Our weather has been all about EXTREMES. First, the temps dropped to minus 30 in Anchorage (that's without windchill). Clear sunny days were seemingly endless and the trees were coated with frost, making it look magical - but too cold to go and play in! Then we had crazy windstorms, with winds up to 100 mph though our backyard. Luckily we didn't lose any trees this time. Then it decided to warm up - to 50 degrees above zero. This was a sudden 80 degrees temp change! The snow ALL melted and the roads were ice-skating rinks. Schools were closed for almost an entire week due to conditions (of course our clinic was open and my patients managed to show up!). Now we are happy with our more normal and comfortable 10 to 25 degree weather and fresh snow.</div><div> </div><div>Here are some pics from a recent trip to the cabin (Willow, Alaska). We drove as far as we could, but the snow quickly blocked our route, so we strapped on our snowshoes and hauled our gear behind us in sleds. Ma and Pa Hyer met us there the next day.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298412515856532290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SYe-HGkcw0I/AAAAAAAAANc/qgTsy4HY4hE/s400/January+2009+024.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298413187772100882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SYe-uNpmsRI/AAAAAAAAANk/trFWvyxLBvU/s400/January+2009+019.JPG" border="0" />Pa and Ma Hyer showing off their snow-shoeing skills:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298413764977690242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SYe_Pz6JBoI/AAAAAAAAANs/UJbEUbyhkQ8/s400/January+2009+027.JPG" border="0" /></p>This next picture is for Erin (in Portland) who sent us a book that reminded her of Chris..."Outhouses of Alaska." Thanks Erin!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298414771339812354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SYfAKY5kXgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Mik2p96F5Rc/s400/January+2009+031.JPG" border="0" /></div>That's all for now. We are leaving for Hawaii in one week - looking forward to the sun! The only thing that could foil our plans is Mount Redoubt, a volcano up here that is thinking about erupting. The last time it did, all Alaskan planes were grounded for 5 days. However, we would be okay with the eruption delaying our departure FROM Hawaii :)Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-49703764622807621282008-11-23T14:15:00.001-08:002008-11-23T23:16:54.618-08:00Fall/Winter Updates<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>It's been a while since we've blogged. This is an update from October and November of miscellaneous adventures. Snow has come down the mountains and we're solidly in winter. We currently have 6 hours and 45 minutes of daylight (per the newspaper). Temperature has been in the teens. This picture is from a recent drive between Anchorage and Seward in a town called Cooper Landing.<br /><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnX9nWjxII/AAAAAAAAALc/mD6nT1bt5Ic/s1600-h/October+2008+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982292349469826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnX9nWjxII/AAAAAAAAALc/mD6nT1bt5Ic/s400/October+2008+017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Winter wind storms...winds in our neighborhood had been clocked at 80 mph. At 5am we heard a "thud" to find that one of our trees had fallen on our roof. About a week later Chris decided that it couldn't stay for winter....no damage to the house thankfully!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271984365207560018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnZ2RWcH1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/4WlHLQex3dw/s400/October+2008+041.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div>Dan Clausen (Chris' childhood friend and the person who introduced Chris and I) took a break from his job as a figure skating coach on cruise ships to do a little "late season" fishing with us...<br /><br />Fishing Day #1 on the Kenai River. Surprise - there were very few other boats around us. No fish were caught. It was quite cold outside...<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnWoGhqY3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/e51xXAP4Tuw/s1600-h/October+2008+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271980823248790386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnWoGhqY3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/e51xXAP4Tuw/s400/October+2008+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Inside, Jen found the weather quite nice. We had our "Buddy Heater" cranked up and the sides down on the boat, turning the boat into a bit of a sauna. The guys were shivering outside, while Jen was shedding layers inside and doing some studying... this is my kind of winter fishing!<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271981152716361330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnW7R42jnI/AAAAAAAAALE/jbyJiidxIus/s400/October+2008+010.JPG" border="0" />Fishing Day #2...so the boat never made it to the river that day. A snowstorm took us by surprise. (Don't let them know that they're not going to catch any fish this way!)...<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271981843996924882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnXjhG-29I/AAAAAAAAALU/hHLJjcrn2EA/s400/October+2008+013.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div>Fishing Day #3: This time I didn't go along. Dan DID catch one fish that day (one small rainbow). The river was gorgeous and QUIET...something that just doesn't happen during the summer fishing season.<br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271987345610288210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSncjwN0rFI/AAAAAAAAAME/PxeyoFz9tzI/s400/October+2008+042.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271989487590538418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnegbttfLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/lFtvIwVGDWI/s400/October+2008+049.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271989041508717842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSneGd7hFRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DdCmpY4XM3c/s400/October+2008+044.JPG" border="0" />I did a recruiting trip for the Alaska Family Medicine Residency down in Portland, Oregon at OHSU (where I went to med school). It was a bit odd giving a "lecture" to med students in the same lecture hall where I used to get lectured to! I stayed overnight at Bob and Christine's house (THANKS!) and, while the "parents" were away, threw a party at their house with many of the boat friends that I had not seen since we threw off our bowlines in Oregon and moved to Alaska.<br /></div><br /><div>Tammy, Toni, Dan, and Tammy...Jen and Kim...<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271982789222461186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnYaiWT7wI/AAAAAAAAALk/TrK5D8pho_k/s400/October+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271983676572558034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnZOL_D4tI/AAAAAAAAALs/I7RvFqZP1kI/s400/October+2008+032.JPG" border="0" /> The first week in November, Chris went on a deer hunting trip to Kodiak, Alaska with his dad, brother Travis, and good friend Steve. This trip involved a one-hour bush plane ride from the city of Kodiak to an isolated lake. They were blessed with 8 deer between them and a few bear scares but no dangerous encounters. Here is Trav, Pa Hyer, and Chris with the airplane that took them to their hunting camp.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272032112502680338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSoFRh4sqxI/AAAAAAAAANE/1AjOKbcZ9nA/s400/hunting+kodiak+2008+047.jpg" border="0" />Chris, Terry, Travis, and Steve on Kodiak Island. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272030627721836882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSoD7GpW-VI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PR-Gjl70YnU/s400/hunting+kodiak+2008+009.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>-A note or two here from the mighty hunter: My extreme dislike of being airborn nearly caused me to keep my name out of this hunt. Kodiak in November is typically stormy with lots of wind, snow, and rain...providing flights that can range from very unpleasant to shear terror. However, this was the last opportunity until next fall to provide wild game for the freezer, and so I booked my flight. All the anxiety was fortunately wasted this time as flights to and from were spectacular- and even fun flying in the vintage Dehavilland Beaver. From the air we saw bears, goats, and even whales as we skirted the rugged coast line of Kodiak Island. We has reserved a forest service cabin which made sleeping much easier as Kodiak's bear population density is 1 bear per square mile. We saw 14 brown bears, one of which was hovering around the cabin on our last night. We were fortunate to not have any bad encounters, though many people have this year. Our pilot cautioned us that the bears were particularly grumpy and to be extra cautious. I could write pages of stories of our week long hunt and philosophize on my view of hunting, but I won't. I took my limit of three deer and we got eight total which is good hunting and will help feed four families for a year. Aside from the steak, we made burger, brats, and pepperoni from the meat. I am thankful to the deer and glad to have a full freezer. </div></div><div> </div><div>Chris and Trav taking a walk while waiting for the airplane to pick them up:<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272031614575787906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSoE0i9rP4I/AAAAAAAAAM8/aJ3UyrVW98w/s400/hunting+kodiak+2008+039.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Chris in front of the Vera Lake Cabin in Willow, Alaska. A wonderfully rustic place to escape for cold winter weekends. We heat with a wooden stove, chop through the ice to get our water, and use kerosene lamps for light. The weekends are spent sleeping in, reading, eating, and taking saunas.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271990558120784466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnfevwAslI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9ATKzIO29mE/s400/October+2008+058.JPG" border="0" /><br />Chris with his 1978 Chevy. We drove into the cabin this weekend. Later in the winter season we'll have to ski in, with sleds behind us with our food/water/gear.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271990191527945346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SSnfJaFd5II/AAAAAAAAAMc/mQRCSRn1tsM/s400/October+2008+055.JPG" border="0" /><br />That's all for now. We hope that everyone has a HAPPY THANKSGIVING! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-90321288763598173062008-10-05T18:07:00.000-07:002008-10-05T18:57:33.534-07:00Fall in AlaskaIt's Fall. The air is crisp (VERY crisp...it actually started SNOWING today!), the leaves have turned their mellow golds, and the last fish have been caught for the season. Here are a few pics from our fall fishing and sailing adventures....<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253842295417584162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOllu0xJuiI/AAAAAAAAAJU/c37ZV9M9Llg/s400/sept+oct+2008+027.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is our neighborhood court, Kushtaka Circle, tucked against the Chugach Mountains. </div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253843752738891666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlnDptoJ5I/AAAAAAAAAJs/T6gX7F91EOU/s400/sept+oct+2008+024.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>One last fishing trip for Silver Salmon on the Kenai River... </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253852662794614978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlvKSQc-MI/AAAAAAAAAK0/84wafeqh65s/s400/sept+oct+2008+019.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253843225813717442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlmk-w4EcI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AN3129ucLSs/s400/sept+oct+2008+008.JPG" border="0" /> Our final boat trip out of Seward for the season. After this boat trip, SV High Endeavours went into hibernation for the winter season. We removed her sails and winterized her.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253844305158592914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlnjzov2ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TCinXTAm6zE/s400/sept+oct+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /> The SUN came out and shone on us all weekend. We spent the four day weekend exploring beaches, walking up creeks, relaxing, and picking berries....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253845710778220018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlo1n-lPfI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/biQWA9NBB10/s400/sept+oct+2008+036.JPG" border="0" /> This was the morning view out my galley window...the sun coming up over the mountains, causing the water on the shore rocks to evaporate...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253846820002730338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlp2MKUEWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/PpphcB_p8VQ/s400/sept+oct+2008+041.JPG" border="0" /> </div><br /><div>Chris dropped me off by dinghy at this water-surrounded rock, but eventually came back for me.<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847670783519746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlqntkQrAI/AAAAAAAAAKM/x1lO5udtNtY/s400/sept+oct+2008+047.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253848499475847778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlrX8r6GmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BHAoHPifwRA/s400/sept+oct+2008+054.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253849873461477762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlsn7LnAYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QBbhG9hQKtk/s400/sept+oct+2008+064.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253849135203547538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlr889M-ZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cqO572g31Mw/s400/sept+oct+2008+060.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253851370559990818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SOlt_ETtbCI/AAAAAAAAAKs/4xGyWYh6WXc/s400/sept+oct+2008+058.JPG" border="0" />Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-79241239093029875862008-09-03T19:14:00.000-07:002008-09-03T19:33:35.692-07:004th Wedding Anniversery in Wisconsin<div><div><div align="center">This year, for our 4th wedding anniversery, Chris and I returned to the site of the deed...Door County, Wisconsin. Jen's family cottage is there and is one of her favorite summer locations, full of memories of growing up. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Jen & Chris at the site of their wedding ceremony, 4 year anniversery. Sister Bay, Wisconsin.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241986056713019954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL9Gi5vuIjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/DO-6IvIY5ks/s400/august+2008+060.JPG" border="0" />The crew in front of the family cottage (from left to right): Laura & Ty, Kelly, Dad Burger, Aunt Barb and Uncle Dave, Mom Burger, Chris & Jen<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241984554302449730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL9FLc1IKEI/AAAAAAAAAIc/CYsddF2kc2o/s400/august+2008+007.JPG" border="0" />Door Couty Wine-Tasting: Jen, Laura, and Kelly<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241984286329892450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL9E72jfbmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/LHu33MwLL8E/s400/august+2008+001.JPG" border="0" />Jen on the Lake Michigan coast<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241985179448228658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL9Fv1rfuzI/AAAAAAAAAIs/_cl1yNE_B7s/s400/august+2008+014.JPG" border="0" />Jen at Cave Point, Lake Michigan coast<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241984921788254850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL9Fg10kioI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aPGb_HZHmqA/s400/august+2008+025.JPG" border="0" />Pontoon Boat Fishing: Dad, Mom with Shorty, and Chris<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241985573314640930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL9GGw8kPCI/AAAAAAAAAI0/CJlqbXD9cBI/s400/august+2008+048.JPG" border="0" />Chris and a Monster Bass<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241985796580889138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL9GTwrY0jI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kHW3Wxh1q0Y/s400/august+2008+049.JPG" border="0" />Back in Anchorage: Jen made a pie with Door County cherries and Chris cooked Wisconsin Bass.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241986283435258994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL9GwGWg9HI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Q0ngUP2rEu0/s400/august+2008+062.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-90371237012492200212008-09-03T18:09:00.000-07:002008-09-03T19:11:28.611-07:00Fishing, Hunting, and Gathering: Reflections on Local Food<div align="center">One of our favorite aspects of Alaskan life is the ability to gather one's own food. Lately, I've been reading many books about "local food" (Check out "Omnivore's Dilemma" by Pollan or "Animal, Vegetable, Miracle" by Kingsolver). I have enjoyed finding all that the Alaskan land offers up for our sustenance. We wanted to live in a place that could feed us, and Alaska is such a state. Being in touch with where one's food comes from is immensely gratifying - and one doesn't get much more "free-range, organic" than a moose or wild salmon! Alaska has a genuine food culture, where there is an affinity between people and the land that feeds them.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">First, there is fishing. Alaskan summers are all about fishing, whether it be for salmon (reds, kings, silvers) or halibut. We spent many weekends on the famous Kenai River. No Kings for us this year (keeps us humble about how special catching a Kenai King Salmon really is), but many reds and some silvers.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241970345015196082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL84QXHDObI/AAAAAAAAAHA/l8itU7a0YFk/s400/july+august+2008+028.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Jen & Chris with a Red Salmon on the Kenai River.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241970697160281474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL84k28-zYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nxcYrSOf4IY/s400/july+august+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Jen dip-netting. This is a VERY posed picture. The day was miserable rainy and Jen only lasted about 15 minutes of this. No fish were caught.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241971078233057506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL847Cjz6OI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/zPESB8bhtRQ/s400/july+august+2008+040.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Chris fishing in Humpy Cove from our sailboat, outside of Seward.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241971486264457122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL85SymE96I/AAAAAAAAAHY/G36CJDcDR-I/s400/july+august+2008+072.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Next, there is hunting. As I write this, Chris and his dad (along with some of their friends: Nate, Steve, and Brian) are out moose hunting along the Swanson River, where they canoed to a potential moose hunting site. One moose can feed a few families for the winter. They are also hoping to go deer hunting on Kodiak Island.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Then, there is gathering. This last weekend, while Chris was hunting, my friend Leah and I thought it only appropriate to "gather." We went to nearby Girdwood to pick high bush blueberries. This was my first experience with high bush blueberries and we gobbled them up while we picked (2 in the bucket, 1 in my mouth). However, back home, as I prepared the berries I noticed a little friend looking at me...a blueberry worm! After much research on the topic, I discovered that our blueberries were packed with PROTEIN. They are now soaking in cold saltwater and the worms are making an exodus to the surface. I will be making cordial with the berries, along with a blueberry crisp.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Jen with her blueberries.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241977791796555074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL8_B0iFLUI/AAAAAAAAAII/TvFogklyjIE/s400/august+2008+066.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Leah with Anna on her back, berry-picking together.<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241974985470820930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SL88eeJ4wkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gLITfnzD-lY/s400/august+2008+067.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br />This next year, we will be planting a garden in our backyard (we set up the beds this year) and will be exploring other Alaskan edibles, from fungi to seaweed! We also have raspberries all along the side of our house.<br /></p><br />SOME THOUGHTS ON LOCAL FOOD to ponder....<br /><br /><br /><ul><br /><br /><li>Americans put almost as much fossil fuel into our food as our cars. We're consuming 400 gallons of oil a year per citizen (about 17% of our nation's energy use) for agriculture, a close 2nd to our vehicle use. But getting the crop from seed to harvest takes only 1/5 of the total oil used for our food. The lion's share is consumed during the trip from the farm to your plate. Each food item in a typical US meal has traveled an average of 1,500 miles. If every US citizen ate just one meal a week (any meal) composed of locally raised meats and produce, we would reduce our country's oil consumption by over 1.1 million barrels of oil every week. That's not gallons, but barrels.</li><br /><br /><li>Local, fresh foods TASTE better! Food is the rare moral arena in which the ethical choice is generally the one more likely to make you groan with pleasure! Eating home-cooked meals from whole, in-season ingredients obtained from the most local source available is eating well, in every sense. Good for the habitat, good for the body.</li><br /><br /><li>Find your nearest farmers' markets and local producers: <a href="http://www.ams.usda.gov/farmersmarkets">www.ams.usda.gov/farmersmarkets</a>. Also, check out <a href="http://www.localharvest.org/">http://www.localharvest.org/</a> and <a href="http://www.csacenter.org/">http://www.csacenter.org/</a> and <a href="http://www.slowfoodusa.org/">http://www.slowfoodusa.org/</a> </li></ul><br /><br /><p>Now, back to eating...</p>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110805919818724537.post-92136806568219973312008-07-22T16:47:00.000-07:002008-12-12T14:40:29.941-08:00First Year of Residency Over & the Harding Icefield<div align="center">What does a group of family medicine residents in Alaska do to celebrate the completion of their first year of residency? They go camping! Every year, the Alaska Family Medicine Residency holds a camp-out. It ends up drawing about 100 people (residents, faculty, staff, and their families). Jen was in charge of much of the planning and shopping for this event (she's the class representative in the residency), which meant that Chris "volunteered" his help as well. He's such a good sport! The Saturday of the camping trip was spent on a strenuous 8 mile round-trip hike to the top of a mountain to the Harding Icefield. This ice field is 60 x 60 miles in size and over 3,000 feet thick. The day was amazingly sunny and we all ended up with sunburns (bad doctors!). See pics below...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Jen and Chris half-way to the top.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225990323532983058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SIZygsHP6xI/AAAAAAAAAF0/qGoxa4uhyUk/s400/june+2008+019.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Chris showing what NOT to do.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225990010462016898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SIZyOd1UFYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/KXWa55mC6OA/s400/june+2008+008.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">A group of young Alaskan docs and their significant others.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225989727586569394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SIZx-ACjTLI/AAAAAAAAAFk/kdAqbyklDOo/s400/june+2008+002.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225990636054309394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SIZyy4WI6hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/m803Ljawe4M/s400/june+2008+027.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> Check out the line of people in the snow above - gives a good perspective.</p><p align="center">Jen & Chris at the top. Notice the points (tippy tops) of mountains sticking out from the massive ice field. Those mountains are 3,000-4,000 feet tall and are encased in ice. The Natives call these exposed mountain tops "nunataks."</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225990952189523298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0-UOacnyi_E/SIZzFSCpdWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/787hIPGyQUU/s400/june+2008+034.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Intern year is behind us! 2nd year of residency involves less time in the hospital, more clinic time, fewer nights of call, less 30 hour shifts in the hospital, and new levels of responsibility (supervising the new interns). We also get more weekends off - more adventures to be had. Thanks to all those who have given their support and love through this first year of residency. Only 2 more years to go!</p>Chris & Jen Hyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08171069085129656133noreply@blogger.com2