Wilderness Blues- Ramblings from the Great Land

  It's hard to believe that 44 years has passed since that June day in 1976 when Jan and I drove our 72 Pinto up the ramp of the Hoonah ferry terminal into an adventure that would last for this long. Driving through the town I was wondering what I had gotten myself into. We left sunny Charleston South Carolina and came to this land of mountains and water and rain in amounts I'd never seen before. The main road was nothing more than a narrow, muddy, rut -filled lane that two cars could only pass on in select areas. Houses along the road were so covered with mud that the paint wasn't visible and if the sun did ever shine you'd never know because the windows were streaked brown with so much mud that light couldn't penetrate. People walking down the road were in no hurry to get out of your way, and stared at you like you were on display in a circus. The few cars I passed had slogans like Indian Power and Custer Had it Coming. A lot has changed in 44 years. Hoonah has be

  I've finally got some time to do a blog post,and I was struggling about what to write. Part of me would like to speak out on the state of our country, how much trouble we're in at the moment and how tragically it could turn out if God doesn't intervene in this next election. However, I'm quite certain that most of the readers are sick to death of hearing about all the political rhetoric and the non stop speak of bad news, so I thought I would write about something that most of us like to do- eat. As I was writing this, I just finished a delicious  bowl of apple cobbler that my wife Jan brought to me. It had a dollop of Cool Whip on top.... mmmm... heavenly.  Some time back my daughter Autumn came for a visit. She frequently tells us of her culinary skills. She's the baker at a Greek restaurant up north, and I have to admit, she is a good cook. However, not wanting to be outdone, I decided that I would show off some of my own culinary skills and