

As I mentioned earlier, Tony has been in Alaska. For two weeks. He is not very good at taking pictures (by good at, I'm not talking about picture quality - I am talking about pictures. Period.) He gave the camera to a friend on this trip and that's how I ended up with some pictures.
Like this one...
This is another picture of Jim Creek. Can you see the houses back just a little off the river? I think they were built for me. That looks like a great place to hole up with a good book, eh? This is not what I was expecting Alaska to look like. Where are the polar bears, igloos, eskimos? It almost looks like South American terrain. I'm thinking Chile. With an East Tennessee crispness in the air.
This is the Russian River, which runs into the Kenai Peninsula and the Kenai River.
And this is the Kenai River. It was about a two hour drive from their hotel and they only went there one time. This river was best for the last of the "run of the reds." Like my fishin lingo? The Kenai River is the most popular fishing destination in Alaska.
I am always interested in the details... but, given this is coming from Tony, this is all I got. The temperature while he was there was 55 to 65 degrees and it was only dark from 10 p.m. to 5 a.m. In the area where he was, they lose daylight at a rate of 6 minutes per day. And there wasn't 20 feet of snow on the ground. And there were no igloos. Or polar bears.
Alex pitched some and played shortstop. I love this picture of her making the play and the umpire making the call.
This is the pier at sunset, the very pier, about three or four sections over where Anthony caught this. His second shark of the week. This one is a little smaller than the first one. He caught it using squid. (Stinky, smelly, dead squid that we kept in our refrigerator beside the stinky smelly, dead shrimp).
One thing that I loved about camping at Jekyll was the freedom Anthony and Alex had. They would jump on their bikes and head to the pier "just to see what they are catchin'." You knew they were catchin' something if they came back and grabbed the poles and left again. Fast. One night, though, Anthony came back to the camper with a new (new to him) reel. He was kinda excited and said, "This man just gave me a reel." He said the man told him that he was on the pier looking for someone to give his reel to. He had bought it in the early 60's and had used it for many years. He told Anthony what all he had caught with it and told him he was looking for a boy to give it to. A boy who was dressed nice and had a good haircut. What a definite honor this was to Anthony but thought inducing at the same time. It makes you wonder why this gentleman has decided not to fish anymore. Why would he no longer need his reel? He was an elderly man but appeared to get around well and if he could walk out onto the pier you would assume he could still fish. Does he not have a son or a grandson who would cherish a gift like that? Maybe he could sense that Anthony is an 80-year-old in a 14-year-old body and would appreciate the gift as well. And he does.
Anthony's...
Two weeks ago when school started he was really tired every night. He was not just tired, he was dragging, going to be early, sleeping late, and just flat worn out. He was running cross country every day but what 14-year-old can't run 3 miles a day and still have energy to do lots of other stuff afterwards? Last Saturday, a week ago, we were determined to let him sleep in since he had been so tired all week. When he finally woke up, he complained that his chest was hurting. It hurt when you pressed on it. We, being the great diagnosticians that we are, decided that he had pulled a muscle - probably doing something very strenuous like fishing or playing XBox. Then - Tony left. It all medically goes downhill from there with our kids. His chest pain continued to get worse and when he couldn't walk through Wal-Mart standing up straight Monday night I decided it was time to go to the doctor. On Tuesday morning he had x-rays done and a rather involved physical examination. His x-rays looked good and his doctor could find nothing else that could be causing the pain so, "Come back in a week if it doesn't get any better." And, since Tony is out of town, it kept getting worse.
This trusted air soft gun is never far away - kinda like the bat that Tom Cruise uses to help him think in "A Few Good Men."
Since he ran almost every day for the last two weeks after school with his cross country team - though just a mile on Thursday and none on Friday - I am thinking he might be a little like Lance Armstrong. Just think what he will be able to do with two whole lungs!
We are now READY for season to start on Monday. Go MUSTANGS!
Yesterday, I took him to kindergarten. I took pictures of him waking up, riding in the car, walking into school, meeting his teacher, and meeting his friends. After we dropped him off at school Alex and I went to Burger King for breakfast. She played in the outside playground for a little while but it wasn't nearly as fun to play there alone. She repeatedly asked me where Anthony was. It was a little lonely for both of us without him. When I picked him up from school that first day, I asked him how he liked school. He said he liked it fine but, "we didn't learn any stories about Jesus today."
We were prepared for this long haul in the elementary school. Six years? Seemed like a lifetime. Graduating on to middle school seemed like an eternity away. We just settled in. Propped our feet up. Enjoyed the ride. And the next thing we knew... we were registering for middle school. What?
Middle school was an even quicker version of elementary school and two shakes later - we were finished with that, too.
I know that in no time at all he will also be finished with high school. I want to stop/capture/remember every moment to make sure I am fully appreciating the time we have been blessed with. I would love for him to stay with us forever but our job is to prepare him to do just the opposite. While our hearts are hanging on as tightly as they can, we are charged with preparing him to leave so that he can enjoy what we know to be a wonderful journey.
I took this video as the waves were waning but they were still pretty good. Anthony was still enjoying them.
When the tide was in, the waves went all the way to the rocks at the sand dunes. We had to put our stuff on the rocks to keep it from getting washed away. After a couple of days, we figured out that the best waves to play in were the waves right after high tide. We/they made sure to be there as high tide was peaking and then we/they had several hours of really good fun. When the waves starting easing up a bit the kids had a contest to see who could find the most sand dollars. The last day we were there the count was around 85. We did have Alex with us so you can be sure we didn't keep the live sand dollars. If they are alive they have "hairs" on the edges and if they are dead they are smooth. Several other sand dollar hunters got "the look" from Al when they had their hands full of live sand dollars. I love that about her.
Oh, look who went with us!! I think this is the only picture I'm in...