Travis
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Seven
Last month my boy turned seven. He is turning into such a mature little kid, surprising me with both his responsibility, but also his joy that he embraces life with. He can be introspective at times, when alone, but he delights in playing with others. And delights mostly in being out of doors, rain or
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Camp Temporary
Okay, I've been lazy. Its been much easier to post photos than to take the time to write anything. And as a result I'm getting farther behind on posts I've wanted to write. It is hard to believe more than two weeks have already past since I had not only a day off, but the
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My children, last night
You'll have to indulge me a moment as I post some photos of Hilary and Travis. The Hilary photos are from Uluksan Point, Travis' are from Victor Bay. Picking flowers. Nothing says "Arctic" like a child in an amautiq, picking Arctic Poppies, with an iceberg in the background. Inuksuit be damned. She had, moments before,
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And the stars look very different today
That awesome photo was taken by the talented Kennie of Tales from the Arctic, and if you knew how briefly the rocket would be in that frame, once the motor ignites, you would be even more impressed. The rest of the photos illustrating this post are hers, Leah Leah and her brother Terry shot the
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7… 6… 5…
Yesterday my our rocket motors from Sigma Rockets arrived (after traveling several times back and forth across the country before we gave up on Purolater). This weekend, provided the weather co-operates, will be our first launch of the rocket that Travis and I made back in January. Even with one of the two lower power
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10… 9… 8…
If all goes well, Travis and I will soon be able to launch a rocket into the cold skies above Arctic Bay. Last week the rocket kit, and launch pad kit arrived and we put it together yesterday. We are awaiting some engines (traveling separately as Dangerous Goods), and a nice day without much wind.
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Travis’ birthday
There was of course cake… And jell-o… Lots of jell-o… Big bubbles… Presents… Cool expressions… Friends and family… Games… Some played with dice (also known as bones)… Some played with bones (also known as bones)… And a pinata, whose spillage produced a scrum worthy of rugby game in prison. All in honour of my little
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Getting out in the world.
Better grab a coffee, this might take awhile. I’ve used this cartoon in the past, but it is a favourite and it’s message bears repeating. Life is good when you can get out in the world. I had a couple of guests cancel for this past Friday and Saturday, and that coupled with the fact