Thursday, January 10, 2013

Our Semi-Annual Trip to the City

Right now, this is our life: we go Outside once a year, and we go to the City twice a year.

I was ready for our trip to the City (otherwise known as Anchorage) this year.  I needed a haircut, some clothes, a manicure, and we desperately needed food.  Even more than all that, I just needed to be back in a city where I could go out to a movie with my boyfriend on a date or not have to prepare my own food for once.


We went shopping.  A lot.  But we only get to go shopping twice a year, so don't judge.  :)


A REAL DATE NIGHT!!!  Dinner and a movie with my sweetheart in our new clothes and new phones and mani/pedi and new shoes and new haircuts . . . and I'm even wearing a city purse.  


Finally, I get to wear city shoes OUTSIDE!  (Nevermind that Aaron got tired of me walking so slow on the ice and made me change into more practical snowboots halfway through the night) lol


 Date night at the movies!


 Hey Dad, we found the recruiter in the Anchorage mall!  (Next duty station?? lol jokes)


 And of course, no trip out of the bush is complete without an Emergency Room visit.  Last time it was me . . . this time it was Aaron.  We literally left the restaurant mid-bite and drove straight to the ER.  He was not happy, but they fixed him up.

 After hours of waiting for help in the Native hospital, we were tired and hungry. And this was the last picture I took at the hospital before they tried to just give him immodium and send us on our way (I could have gotten that at Walmart and checked myself out . . . after four hours of waiting in a hospital, they'd better give us something better than that!)


Next up, our Christmas trip to Aaron's parents' home in Wainwright (AK)!

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

That Time We Went to a Ski Resort and Didn't Ski

Greetings from the Far North!

I've been trying to fix the layout of this blog, but for some reason I am fighting the system.  It could have something to do with the slow slow slow internet.

Regardless, I should follow through with my promise to blog more often!

This Christmas was my first Christmas away from my parents.  Aaron and I decided to stay in Alaska this year for our break and save our trip Outside for the summer (during bug season).

First, we spent a week in the Anchorage area.  It was actually cheaper to stay at the Alyeska Ski Resort in Girdwood on Monday and Tuesday than in Anchorage, so we stayed there for two days.




*Finally, I'm 25 so I can rent an AWESOME car.  Someday, I want one of those to keep.




Aaron did the part of the dutiful boyfriend and scraped the windshield for us (while I made faces and took pictures from the inside).







Self-portrait (only because Aaron was busy scraping the windshield again).




Like a postcard!  Aaron had better scenery pictures but they were lost when his phone was restored.  :(




The saline pool at Alyeska Ski Resort!  It was beautiful, and we spent most of our time here under the wooden cathedral ceiling.  





Aaron had a good time swimming . . . I had a good time watching and relaxing in the GIANT hot tub.  




The entry/exit of Alyeska Ski Resort at Christmas time.  




It was so cold in Anchorage while we were there!  The North Slope was literally warmer than Anchorage, but we felt dumb for wearing our parkas in the city so we just shivered proudly and ran from place to place.  This is also probably the reason I have so many pictures of us by the fire.


Best shared desert ever!



We spent some time here, too.  The second floor lobby had floor to ceiling views of the slopes and an amazing fireplace with a festive moose head . . . because this is ALASKA, people.  Also, it was right by Starbucks.  This may have been the real reason why we spent time here. :)


Some of you may be wondering by now: Where are all the pictures of us skiing?  Well, we didn't ski.  We didn't even really want to.  We just stayed inside and cuddled like snow bunnies the whole time we were there.  

I wanted to ride the tram to the top of the mountain, but Aaron vetoed that idea.  As it turns out, he was right all along.  The tram crashed into one of the support poles a few days later.  A girl was hurt and it took hours to get all the people down the mountain by snow machine and chair lift.  


If you get the chance to buy a few nights at this resort during the off-season, do it (especially if you like to ski)!  It's beautiful!   Just a word to the wise though: bring food from Anchorage if it's off-season and in the beginning of the week.  There was not much open when we were there.  

Next up, the rest of our vacation in Anchorage!

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Don't Worry, I'm Still Alive

After more than a year's hiatus, I'm back.  I do not even know how to explain my blog silence . . . mostly I was just concentrating on living my life and forgot to document it for all you fine folk.  Plus once you miss a month or two, it's hard to face the blog guilt.

Regardless, I vow to blog more regularly.  A friend recently pointed out to me that even though I may feel my life is fairly ordinary and not blog-worthy, it is not the kind of ordinary that most people are living.  I hear you, O Curious Ones, I hear you.  I may even back-post some of the more significant happening of the past year.

Check back often for updates!

-Megan


Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Attack of the Teacher


Parent Teacher Conference days are so long and intense!  And for some reason we don’t get a day off like most L48 teachers do to make up for the over-contract time . . . let’s hope we at least get financially compensated.

There are occasional rewards to teaching in the bush, though.  On my street-lit  5-minute walk back home (take that, Gambell!), I spied three of my four girl students walking across the village square.  I quickly hid behind a snowbank and made a few snowballs.  When they got closer, I pelted them with snow and then tackled them.  One girl pretended to be dead, so we held a mini-funeral.  When she wouldn’t get up, I threw some snow down her coat.  We had a little snowball fight and then planned our sleepover party for next week. 

Down in the Lower 48, I would be concerned about a few lawsuits. 

Up here?  This is just life as a bush teacher.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Riding the Bus is SO Lower-48

In the village, I answer to a lot of names.  Collier.  Ms. Collier.  Megan.  Teacher. 

Almost always, my class calls me Teacher. 

It’s like stepping back a hundred years into the old prairie one-room schoolhouses, except I’m on the tundra and I teach only half of the elementary in one-room (not all of it).  So instead of Little House on the Prairie, it’s like Little House on the Tundra.

Anyway, now I have a new name: Coach Collier.

If you know me at all, you are either laughing or holding your breath out of sheer shock.  Trust me, though, it’s not a joke.  I am co-coaching High School Volleyball just like I did in Gambell. 

Our first game was an away game this weekend.  Since the villages are all so far apart, we have to fly to all our away games.  This one was a tournament against Alak School (Wainwright, AK) and Kali School (Point Lay, AK) in Point Lay.  Point Lay is about an hour west from Atqasuk, situated on the northwest coast of Alaska.

We left at 2:30 on Friday afternoon on the Beechcraft 1900 (a 19-seater operated by Era Aviation).  We picked up the Wainwright team and then arrived in Point Lay at about 4:00 pm.  We had just enough time to unpack the plane, unpack the bus, sort out the uniforms, warm up, and stretch before our 5:15pm game against Wainwright. 







Wainwright is arguably the most aggressive volleyball team in the district.  They went to state last year.  They brought 11 players, a huge playbook, and all sorts of fancy gear.

We brought exactly 6 players, no plays, and the gear that Wainwright let us borrow for the past month.

So, we lost.  We ate after that game, and then played another match against Point Lay.  We won that match, watched Wainwright kill Point Lay, and then we played our scheduled massacre with Wainwright in a third match.

We all slept on a classroom floor, and woke up before the sun (though that’s not saying much during an Alaskan October) to play our fourth match against Point Lay.  We lost the first set because two-thirds of our team doesn’t function well in the morning.  We lost the second set because we are sore losers.

So that’s that.  We hopped on the Beechcraft when it came to pick us up in the middle of a blizzard, and rode the turbulence all the way to Wainwright before landing in Atqasuk.  Magnus was our pilot on this flight, so none of us were exactly sure we were going to make it back to the village alive. 

Every pilot in the bush has a reputation that proceeds him or her. To my knowledge, Magnus has never crashed a plane.  But there are stories statewide of near misses.  Rumor has it that he’s Swedish and has a wife in Thailand, but he’s been flying in Alaska for nigh on 30 years.  Every time I see him pull up in a plane that I’m scheduled to ride in, I say a quick prayer.  If he’s flying, you can expect extreme turns, quick take-offs, and even quicker descents.  Landings are usually crooked and at a 45-degree angle until just about the time you feel like you could grab a handful of snow if the windows were open.

We did make it make to Atqasuk in one piece.  Most of the team was sleeping by the time we got near the village.  We were all awake for the landing, though, because Magnus scared us out of our sleep.  One player awoke screaming our descent and turn happened so rapidly!  No one really laughed at her though, because none of us were sure that the scream was unwarranted.

Anyway, it’s nice to be back in Atqasuk with a comfortable bed and no teenagers to herd around.    I will have to spend all of Sunday lesson planning for this week, unfortunately. 

This weekend was fun, but I could use a real break.  Sometimes I feel like it would be nice to just have a 9-5 job.  Teaching is tiring and exhausting.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Arctic Hikes and Northern Lights

I started the day with a very simple, relaxed plan:  read a book, catch up with my blogging, and maybe write a few letters. 

I ended the day in the back of a police vehicle, looking out the barred windows as the northern lights set the sky ablaze.

Do I have your attention now?

My plan for a quiet Saturday away from the school was effective for about 2 hours.  I slept in until about 10:00am, ate some breakfast, and read a book for an hour or so.  I know you’re thinking that this is boring stuff to blog about, but de-stressing time happens so rarely that I view it as a blog-worthy event. 

It wasn’t meant to last, though, because Mary Ellen called and invited me on a walk.  If you know Mary Ellen, then you know  that she actually means ‘trek’ when she says ‘walk.’  I should mention that even a small walk requires preparation on the Slope  Our winter is starting to set in (think snow-covered tundra, iced-over ponds, and twenty degree weather), so we put on our early winter outfit.  I wore my silk long johns, jeans, wool socks, hiking boot, two hats, snow mittens, fleece jacket, and parka (with my new fox fur ruff).  In a few weeks I will need to add a layer, but it’s not that cold yet. 

Once Shannon and I had geared up for the walk, we met the rest of our walking party at the principal’s house (where Mary Ellen also lives).  Mary Ellen’s boyfriend (a local native) and the principal Kathy also joined us on the walk.

The snow is perfect for packing and shaping!  I made little snowmen during the first half hour of the walk and left them on posts on the side of the road. 

There was about an inch on the ground, though there was up to four inches in places where the snow gathered in crevasses.  All of the tundra streams and ponds froze over about two weeks ago, so it’s a bit easier walking now. 



We meandered outside of the village a ways with no clear destination in mind.   We took a Honda trail south of Atqasuk, and then went west a little to a small fishing hole.  We stopped to take pictures because it was absolutely gorgeous.  You could see right through to the bottom where all the arctic grayling were swimming.







We then backtracked east and walked right past the airport just as the afternoon flight was arriving.  We stopped and waved our arms really big, and the pilot tipped his wings side to side in response before landing on our little gravel airstrip. 

A faint Honda trail led us to one of the old coal mining sites.  Atqasuk was a coal-mining community in the 1940s and 1950s, and all of the old buildings and equipment was just left abandoned when the coal mine closed.  There are old stoves and machines everywhere in this area . . . even inscriptions in coal mining shack walls that date back to the 1940s. 






We even saw some people out ice-fishing (quite successfully).



By this point, we were hungry and sore so we headed back to town.  We all changed into warmer (and dryer) clothes, and then met back up for homemade pizza and card games.  The villagers on the Slope are big Nertz fans (though they call it Snertz), so we brushed up on our nertzing skills.

It was a long and satisfying day that left us all exhausted and tired.  We put in an episode of the Big Bang Theory, and planned to call it a night after the episode ended.

Of course, plans in the Alaskan bush never go as scripted.  At about 11:30 pm, my cell phone rang.  We have no caller ID in Atqasuk (really, I’m grateful that my phone even works at all), so I had no clue who was calling me.  I mean, who do I know that would call me at 11:30 pm Alaska time? 

I thought I recognized the voice as Ray, the police officer on duty.  However, I couldn’t figure out how he would have got my cell number . . . so I wasn’t sure that it was him.  He never identified himself on the phone, either.  He kept saying he was coming to pick me up and wanted to know where I was. Strange, right?  I was even more confused when he said he was going to leave Dave (our counselor) behind so there was room in the vehicle.

Mary Ellen and Shannon were listening to my end of the conversation, and asking me what was going on during this whole time.  They asked me who it was, and all I had to say was ‘I’m not sure; this conversation isn’t going well.’  They asked me what was going on, and all I could think of to say was ‘I’m not sure, but he wants to pick me up and I think he already has Dave hidden somewhere.’

About ten seconds later the police cruiser drove up with red and blue lights shining.  Naturally, we threw on our boots and parkas . . . and jumped in the back of the police car.

Sure enough, it was Ray.  He was out on patrol when the northern lights started up.  He picked up Dave, drove out to the airport (where ironically there are the least manmade lights) to watch them, and decided that I should see come out to see the northern lights, too.

Once we got all the sheer ridiculousness straightened out, we all drove out to the airport where Dave was standing on the runway watching the northern lights all by himself.  (Good thing there weren’t any bears around today, right?)  We watched the lights through the bars of the car windows until Ray let us out of the back cage. 

It was well worth the craziness, as I’ve never seen northern lights of this magnitude before!  They were bright green, white, and sometimes purplish.  It is so hard to describe the movement . . . the lights actually dance and twist across the sky.  It looks so alien and foreign—like if you close your mind to everything you know is true about your place in the universe, you might be on another planet somewhere out in the void.  The whole thing seemed so beautifully unnatural.   






My camera doesn't even begin to do it justice.

We probably stood out there half an hour, just watching the dance.  The lights would form a tight, twisting tunnel from one end of the sky to the other, and then spread into a starburst across the entire sky within moments.  The colors rippled across the sky with increasing levels of brightness and intensity.  We are so far north that the northern lights are directly overhead (not in the northern sky).  They fill up the entire overhead dome in the most incredible and dreamlike way.  It’s impossibly surreal.

Ray drove us home after we were too cold and too tired to stand on the runway any longer.  I can honestly say I’ve been in the back of a police car more often since I moved up here than in my whole life prior.

I fell asleep about five minutes after getting home, without writing a single letter or blog post.

Life in the Alaskan bush is outlandishly unpredictable – and that’s half the fun of it.

Friday, September 30, 2011

Bear-ly Alive


Not much has happened lately.  I’m just working much longer days than is probably healthy and stressing out about things I should probably just let go. 

I left school today and was bombarded by a flock of kids.  They had obviously planned this ambush as they were well-armed with piles and piles of snowballs.  I tackled a few, ran behind a snow bank, and threw a few hastily packed snowballs of my own.  Twenty minutes later, I finally made it home.  These are the moments that make living in the bush bearable.

Speaking of bears, there have been a LOT of brown bears in the area during the past month.  A few bears got pretty close to the village and everyone was worried that the teachers would get eaten.  Nobody has yet.

In other news, one of the teachers left for good.  No warning, no conversation . . . all we found was a letter on an envelope.  He just got up one morning and left on the morning plane.  It’s being called ‘medical leave,’ but we all know he’s not coming back.

One of my friends in Barrow said that a teacher there did the very same thing last week.

It is hard out here in rural Alaska, and I realize it is unfair to judge another person in this situation.  Still . . . a contract is a contract, right?  And even more importantly, there is a level of decorum and professionalism that should be ever-present no matter the situation.   I can’t imagine just getting on a plane without so much as a word or explanation.  In the military, that would get you sent to the brig.