Too Close for Comfort!

By , June 16, 2017

Aly made an extremely disturbing discovery Thursday: scorch marks on the cabin!

A couple months ago, I found a jug of partly full of white vinegar washed up on the beach. At the time, this seemed a valuable find; we use white vinegar often, so we welcomed this free windfall.

I transferred the liquid to a glass jug and set it on the shelf outside the front door. As it had been in the ocean for an unknown time, we kept it separate from our other vinegar, and limited its use to cleaning. We soon learned that it was contaminated with sea water, which reduced its usefulness, prolonging its stay on the shelf. It didn’t seem to do any harm there, and got seen often, to remind us to use it.

“Didn’t seem” is the operative phrase here. As Aly discovered, it could have destroyed us utterly.

Sunlight through liquid in jug scorches cabin wall

Scorch marks, and the jug that caused them (Photo: Sarah A. Zeiger).

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Missing Friends

By , June 13, 2017

As I prepared to travel to Juneau to help our friends move (see A Two-Car Family Once Again) I regretted the timing; I needed to be in Juneau during the North Words Writers Symposium in Skagway.

Brian Doyle at the 2016 North Words Writers Symposium final dinner (Photo: Unknown).

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