Building elevators for Kolb aircraft. I brought the blueprints, which I had since I originally built the plane the winter of 92-93, and all the materials, because I knew last fall that I would have to do this little task





If you look at the notes, at 10:20 Biscuit gets up and moves onto the rock for a little more comfort. Chico is asleep with her bum in the water. This was when Maureen took this picture.

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We are experiencing one storm after the other but still get things done and there is always more waiting. When it is miserable out we work inside. Maureen sometimes in the small cabin next door, painting and I where-ever I can find some space. We compete for computer time as there is a limited amount of battery power when the fog is thick. The last few days I have been building new elevators for my aircraft. The old ones are becoming a bit worn at the rivets from the wind hitting them from behind during the many storms that it has had to endure over the past four years.

I did not disassemble the plane until today so I was able to fly to the research station to get our fresh vegetables. They were not to fresh however, having sat waiting for several days while we were storm bound. (I think Maureen alerted you to this problem in her last entry). As it was, while I was away the fog moved into our lake again. All that day it was blue sky every where I could see except the Kambalnoe river area up to the divide. A low thick blanket covered the west side. The tops of the mountains were also above the fog. I flew around enjoying the east coast country hoping to see the fog leave again. Eventually I had to set down where I could watch because I was getting low on gas. The bears on that coast, which is only 8 miles from our cabin, were eating a few pink salmon but mostly a pea vine which grows in thick mats along the beach. By 8 p.m. it was still socked in and the sky was looking like another storm was brewing. I keep a sleeping bag and tent and some well sealed food in my plane so that I can camp out for a couple of days but its not great if the storm lasts a week. That night I planned to head back to the research station if I couldn't get home before dark, and borrow some questionable gas to get back again when the weather permitted. Finally at 8:30 I few to have a final look and sure enough I found the hole in the fog that often appears at the south end of the lake in these conditions. (See last years entry, Aircraft Used as a Tool in the Wilderness, where I describe this phenomenon). Maureen was happy to see the veggies - and me.

Chico and Biscuit offer a wonderful opportunity to record exactly what they eat and do for periods of time that we chose to watch them. Lately I decided to try to go for a solid 24 hour period spelling off with Maureen. We only made it though 12 hours. This was far more exhausting than I imagined. There were a lot of mosquitoes and it rained often. It was interesting to see their patterns of feeding and sleeping and exactly what they eat and for how long. It is just about as informative to record for two hour periods so we are back to doing that. On three occasions I tried to spend all night with them also. One night I made it until 12:30 am but there was a hurricane blowing and they kept eating until that hour before deciding to go to one of their known, only to them, beds in the middle of a scrub pine thicket. If the wind hadn't been blowing so hard I could probably been able to follow them by sound but they lost me in about 40 yards. I walked the mile back to the cabin with my head lamp to guide me. On an other try the rain storm came in and sent me scurrying back home.

Here is a small sample of how we record the cubs activities.

July 26, 1999 A close look at the cubs activity.

Weather- high overcast, 15. C. Many mosquitoes.

In the 12 hour time period they ate nine species of plants, one dead gull chick, perhaps one vole, some bugs. They will soon be switching to salmon because sockeye are now in the lake spawning. For a while they hardly look at a plant. Later they turn to berries and then pine nuts interspersed with salmon.

Charlie