<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:43:31.815-08:00</updated><category term='I&apos;ve never done anything totally cazy with my hair and the winter was very long this year soooo this is how I coped with the cabin fever.'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Looking out over the sound at the distant mountains'/><category term='Pictures from the Sky'/><category term='Sledding'/><category term='beach'/><category term='hunting'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='tundra'/><category term='This little fella was sitting on the edge of the ice way up the Noatak River. He actually let us get really close. This picture was taken last October.'/><category term='honda'/><category term='kotzebue'/><category term='Arctic Fun'/><category term='Addition to the Family'/><category term='fourth of july'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Missing the Mountains</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-5536564711616978448</id><published>2010-06-13T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:55:55.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Addition to the Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/TBWEz6Q7YjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kIMqwCHJkJ0/s1600/Dog+and+family+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/TBWEz6Q7YjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kIMqwCHJkJ0/s400/Dog+and+family+044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482434148741898802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/TBWEzWQnRFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OK3zBi1x2MY/s1600/Dog+and+family+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/TBWEzWQnRFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OK3zBi1x2MY/s400/Dog+and+family+028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482434139076904018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     We have a new addition to our family. Her name is Lily. She is part border collie and part blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heeler&lt;/span&gt;. We rescued her from the pound. I am impressed with her calm loving disposition. I think she likes Mel the best. I guess the raven hairs have to stick together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-5536564711616978448?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/5536564711616978448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=5536564711616978448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/5536564711616978448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/5536564711616978448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2010/06/we-have-new-addition-to-our-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/TBWEz6Q7YjI/AAAAAAAAAZU/kIMqwCHJkJ0/s72-c/Dog+and+family+044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-3637547205054402770</id><published>2009-08-04T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:22:21.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SocXxufOybI/AAAAAAAAAZE/gAFuf3jtvII/s1600-h/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370287223722658226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SocXxufOybI/AAAAAAAAAZE/gAFuf3jtvII/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have had a lot of fun this year...many family outings... We have gone such places as Eklutna, Independance Mine, hiking in Hatcher's Pass, Thunderbird Falls, Camping at Lake Lucille, Lost Lake, halibut fishing in Homer, the zoo, and all around other little fairs and events....Here are a few photo's from our travels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SocXwzJDbEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KAzgIVjvtck/s1600-h/IMG_1745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370287207791946818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SocXwzJDbEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KAzgIVjvtck/s400/IMG_1745.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Mel and her favorite niece....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SoZs3dXRUjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tP5B5tyJjKU/s1600-h/IMG_1709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370099305716732466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SoZs3dXRUjI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tP5B5tyJjKU/s400/IMG_1709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is the only picture of a tiger sleeping in a field of Fireweed...(at the Zoo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SoZs2gw_nhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/w2wqTn0IppA/s1600-h/IMG_1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370099289450061330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SoZs2gw_nhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/w2wqTn0IppA/s400/IMG_1698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three little cousins at the zoo...they have named themselves as "the buddies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SoZnMa3GUnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wZAA0kY4nKU/s1600-h/6.7.2009+311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370093068752409202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SoZnMa3GUnI/AAAAAAAAAYk/wZAA0kY4nKU/s400/6.7.2009+311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aidan found his calling out at the Forest Fair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SoZnLjO1JZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/1v4oXaaYc4I/s1600-h/6.7.2009+294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370093053819561362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SoZnLjO1JZI/AAAAAAAAAYc/1v4oXaaYc4I/s400/6.7.2009+294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_7imwQXfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7aoazm-HHoA/s1600-h/6.7.2009+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368285852785991154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_7imwQXfI/AAAAAAAAAXU/7aoazm-HHoA/s400/6.7.2009+212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out at Lake Lucille...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_7iN_7OTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ttlAfT0ZRIg/s1600-h/6.7.2009+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368285846140827954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_7iN_7OTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ttlAfT0ZRIg/s400/6.7.2009+227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a evening of catching minnows at Lake Lucille...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_7hsGhJ9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ACpaAprXoP4/s1600-h/6.7.2009+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368285837041674194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_7hsGhJ9I/AAAAAAAAAXE/ACpaAprXoP4/s400/6.7.2009+187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spying from the trees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_7hGv6iUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rghuMET60zc/s1600-h/6.7.2009+171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368285827014756674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_7hGv6iUI/AAAAAAAAAW8/rghuMET60zc/s400/6.7.2009+171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found gold at the Independace Mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_zdVRuXGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JHc9WwJvzt8/s1600-h/6.7.2009+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368276966102162530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_zdVRuXGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/JHc9WwJvzt8/s400/6.7.2009+155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this one "Suspicious"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_zdJYvINI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XiCJCCGsX2E/s1600-h/6.7.2009+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368276962910347474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/Sn_zdJYvINI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XiCJCCGsX2E/s400/6.7.2009+046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break at Thunderbird Falls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-3637547205054402770?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/3637547205054402770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=3637547205054402770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/3637547205054402770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/3637547205054402770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun...'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SocXxufOybI/AAAAAAAAAZE/gAFuf3jtvII/s72-c/IMG_1769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-7944991059252517882</id><published>2009-06-14T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:18:20.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misadventures in Bush...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnUdVQHQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GunoFztmZAM/s1600-h/PC070028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434471229496578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnUdVQHQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GunoFztmZAM/s400/PC070028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was looking through my photos trying to organize them. I was reminded of one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misadventures&lt;/span&gt;. Enough time has passed and I think the scars have healed. So I will tell the tail that has to be told...It was in early December and I had a sheep tag that needed to be filled. My Buddy Todd and I planned a two day trip which would take us over a couple of hundred miles into the Baird Mountains or so we hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were putting our gear together and making the final &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preparations&lt;/span&gt; we got a couple of conflicting opinions about the way that we should go. One " from a local friend of ours" said that we should go up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Noatak&lt;/span&gt; because there was not enough snow to cover the tundra. Our other friend "a certain game warden" said we should cut across to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Noatak&lt;/span&gt; by using a short cut. He said "oh there is a marked trail all the way there." So we decided to follow the latter advice and set out on our expedition. We followed the trail for 15 miles or so and then as if snow elf magic they all disappeared. So we stopped...scratched our heads...looked at the map...decided we could pick our way through the hills. We did a good job of it...and then we got back to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Noatak&lt;/span&gt; river...almost. We stopped at a steep embankment that looked down over the river. It was about 50 feet down. We looked left...looked right... the terrain did not look any better. We walked down the river looking for a better way down. We found one shoot that looked like our best bet. We sat around for the next 45 minutes or so. Jumping up and down on the little cornice and debating who would be dumb enough to go first. Somehow I won the dumb guy draw. I sat at the top of my snow machine looking at the cornice that had formed on the lip of the cliff that dropped down at a 90 degree angle and then curved to the basin below like a ski jump. It was very hard like concrete. As I got right to the edge I realized that the drop was a little more severe that I had planned. I edged inch by inch out and then...whoosh down and smooth ...like I was riding on one of those water rides at Disney Land. I stopped at the bottom with no problem. Then Todd's turn. It took a little coaxing but at last he came down and the sled that he was pulling didn't even land on his head!!. Wow...What a long time to get where we were. We had traveled about 60 miles but it took all day to do it. We decided to look for a place to camp. We went up a little side creek and found a nice little place away from the main river. It was getting colder. and darker...We decided to break out the Arctic Oven tent that a friend of ours let us borrow. We pulled it out of this huge box and started to set it up. We got it up and it looked good. An Arctic oven tent..cool. Our friend that lent us the tent had a couple of presto logs that he let us have. They burn for about 3 hours each. If we broke them in half so they would fit in the stove they would allow we figured 12 hours of heat. So we broke them in half and got the stove going. We set up our camp and bedded down for the night. It quickly started to get warm. We took a thermometer out and it read 82 degrees at the top of the tent. and 33 degrees at the floor...Sweet!. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;Then... At about one in the morning the air started to taste odd....I thought...okay presto logs kind of smell different...Then it got a little hard to breath. I grabbed my flashlight and aimed it at the ceiling..I could barley see the top of the tent. I yelled Todd!!! He hopped out of his bag...I took a deep breath and almost vomited. We lunged out of the tent in nothing but our thermal underwear. Hacking...Coughing...violent retching. When we had caught our breath we opened up the tent. Tried to vent it and then quickly grabbed our clothes and worked at warming up. After we had built a fire "outside" and had gotten comfortable.Then it was time to work on finding out what was wrong with the stove. I grabbed my gloves that had leather palms.The plan was to remove the stove from the tent so that we could clean it out. I tried to pull the stove pipe apart. It was a very tight fit...and then it came apart. Oxygen rushed into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stove&lt;/span&gt; and like a giant blowtorch... fire shot from the pipe still connected to the stove. I slammed the loose piece of pipe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perpendicular&lt;/span&gt; over the bazooka of flames. Todd and I stood there not knowing what to do. Then we had the idea that since I had the leather gloves...Todd was going to hold the pipe and at the count of three I was going to throw the entire stove outside of the tent. We got into the respective positions...One...Two...Three. I am sure that looking at the tent from afar it was a spectacular sight as the ball of fire exploded out onto the snow. Things calmed down after that. We inspected the stove and found out that the presto log had not burned cleanly. They were mainly made out of creosote and the unburned goo coated the inside of the pipe and plugged the spark &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;arrestor&lt;/span&gt; at the top of the chimney and caused all the poisons to back up inside of the tent...So we tried it again we got back into our sleeping bags...started it up and shortly discovered that it was just not going to work...Now it is 25 below zero out and I am not happy about getting back outside of the tent. Again we cleaned the stove out and this time we decide that we must go gather wood. So out into the cold and very dark woods and brush did I go and man...trying to cut frozen trees down with a little pack saw is not my favorite memory. Well, we got enough wood to try it again. But alas the wood would burn so quickly that we had to keep stoking it every 20 minutes or so....thus a very long cold night.&lt;br /&gt;We awoke in the morning. Packed up the best we could and headed up river. Although it was still close to 20 below zero we soon came upon a lot of open water. We looked toward the mountains where the sheep were I felt in my heart that if we were to go up into the mountains that day we were not going to come home. I talked to Todd and we decided that we had tempted fate enough and it was time to go home...I thank Heavenly Father for protecting us...live to hunt another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnUMlLfvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-eL4uetX1Z0/s1600-h/PC070029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434466732900082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnUMlLfvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-eL4uetX1Z0/s400/PC070029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying to warm up after our near death experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnT-OtZGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/H-21RiHJCvY/s1600-h/PC070030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434462880556130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnT-OtZGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/H-21RiHJCvY/s400/PC070030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold and Dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnTukZSvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ohQnk7ExJqM/s1600-h/PC070036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434458676546290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnTukZSvI/AAAAAAAAAWI/ohQnk7ExJqM/s400/PC070036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the top of the tent at our make shift drying lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnTRJM2HI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Rz-7P5ub3RU/s1600-h/PC070034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347434450777856114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnTRJM2HI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Rz-7P5ub3RU/s400/PC070034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The infamous stove...before it attacked us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-7944991059252517882?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/7944991059252517882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=7944991059252517882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7944991059252517882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7944991059252517882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2009/06/misadventures-in-bush.html' title='Misadventures in Bush...'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXnUdVQHQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/GunoFztmZAM/s72-c/PC070028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-1290270972146065169</id><published>2009-05-20T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T15:12:33.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh!! I need to repent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay...so I need to repent. I am horrible at keeping up this thing. Mel informed me the other day that I have to give up my total control and let her have an input. Okay...update. I am living in Wasilla and working in Kotzebue. I am still on a two week on and off shift. It has been a struggle as my employer does not know what it wants to do with our program from day to day...Our lives have consisted of the perfect storm of decisions. Where do we live? Do we buy or rent? Should we keep the foster kids? Where should I work? etc...Hopefully we will start knocking some of these things off the list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is beautiful in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wasilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The snow has melted, everything is green and the birds are singing. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; I had a little time to go play some golf. The kids are having fun in the yard digging holes and filling them with water to make "soup". Reminds me of the "potions I use to make when I was little. The yard is not landscaped. So in order to clean it up I get the kids to gather all of the scrub brush and we have little campfires where they roast &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/span&gt; and make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The funny thing about girls is that they are very reserved around a campfire...where boys would be lighting sticks on fire and waving them about in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;erratic&lt;/span&gt; patterns over there heads...my girls sit quietly around the fire reading and chatting in a very controlled manner....I need to buy Mel some of those lounge chairs so she can hang out in the back and read her books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kotzebue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is still struggling to start summer. The ice is half rotten. There is still piles of snow everywhere trying to melt. The temperature is in the high 30's and I hope it will rising soon. I love summer in Kotzebue...boating...fishing...hunting...hanging out on the beach...shooting...camping...riding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;honda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked to Mel on the phone yesterday. She told me that she caught Aidan bringing the paper in from out by the road. Let me paint the picture (A small 4 year old boy in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;underwear&lt;/span&gt; and a T-shirt wearing green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dinosaur&lt;/span&gt; boots swinging the paper side to side singing ...You work hard for your money...so hard for your money..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mel has instituted a new game in the house, it is called utensil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. It consists of Mel blindfolding the kids, spinning them around and around and then the random picking of an assorted array of kitchen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;utensils&lt;/span&gt;. This is not knife fork or spoon. We are talking the thing you stir and scoop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;spaghetti with,&lt;/span&gt; Spatulas, tongs etc...then the kids have to eat their entire meal with the one utensil...The kids love it and it is fun to watch...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337829910312581314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 9px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/ShPIBbui-MI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LKqKdtinzao/s400/IMG_0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337829904395443122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 8px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/ShPIBFrym7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/zib88Xbjfpk/s400/IMG_0785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337829895730451394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/ShPIAlZ5U8I/AAAAAAAAAUo/BPzM2ztKVw4/s400/IMG_0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337829914794857250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/ShPIBsbNEyI/AAAAAAAAAVA/JFvTBkR6x70/s400/IMG_0805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-1290270972146065169?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/1290270972146065169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=1290270972146065169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/1290270972146065169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/1290270972146065169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-i-need-to-repent.html' title='Oh!! I need to repent...'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/ShPIBbui-MI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LKqKdtinzao/s72-c/IMG_0798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-3094573838498736066</id><published>2009-02-22T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T03:22:48.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts by Chris Olsen</title><content type='html'>Things have gotten a little more complicated for the Olsen's. I am now commuting back and forth from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wasilla&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kotzebue&lt;/span&gt; for work. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Although&lt;/span&gt; in this day and age we just have to be thankful that we are employed and that the family is healthy... I just finished my first two weeks on the new schedule. I tried to come home a day early so I could make sure I got home in time but the plane broke down in Nome and Alaska Airlines put us up in the Aurora Hotel. It was really nice... much better than anything in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kotzebue&lt;/span&gt;. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; how much Nome is like a real city. They had little shops and everything. People claim that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kotz&lt;/span&gt; is a city,but it is just a big Village. There really is nothing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kotz&lt;/span&gt;. Nome actually has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;swimming&lt;/span&gt; pool, a movie theater and at least one fast food chain (Subway)... The next morning another Jet landed and took us on to Anchorage. I got home and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; had to prepare for Emma's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;baptism&lt;/span&gt;. Mel bought her a beautiful white dress, she looked like a little princess. And if you know Em. She put it through a fair amount of twirl practice. It was a very nice night. I got to baptize and confirm my little girl. We had some family over and I got to see my lovely wife for the first time in a month. I really appreciate her for all the work she does while I am gone. It is amazing how being away for a while, magnifies all of the things we love about a person...Man I love that woman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEhB3MQ8AI/AAAAAAAAATw/XRAmY6gxWws/s1600-h/IMG_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305558151898132482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEhB3MQ8AI/AAAAAAAAATw/XRAmY6gxWws/s400/IMG_0463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This week we have been having blizzards left and right. The day before I came back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kotzebue&lt;/span&gt; there was a big storm and one of the cargo planes crashed on the ice. No one was hurt thank goodness. I was kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; when I went out to take a picture of it and it had already been moved. One of my co-workers got a good picture. Maybe I will get a copy and post it. This is a picture of the mailbox out front of the post office. This might be the reason that mail delivery is so slow here.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305558162335595714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEhCeEv_MI/AAAAAAAAAUA/AagaiP4uX48/s400/IMG_0369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEhCDP1VVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MQUUxojWKKE/s1600-h/IMG_0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305558155134326098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEhCDP1VVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/MQUUxojWKKE/s400/IMG_0383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma had her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ND&lt;/span&gt; grade concert last week. (She is the one in the middle with the blue dress) Mel and I went and was expecting the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;o'l&lt;/span&gt; kid concert, but the music teacher had other ideas. Instead of a holiday concert they took a few more months and worked really hard on a Broadway theme. Each class sung 2 songs and then they had a big finally at the end. It was amazing!!! they were all in tune, they knew the songs and it was the shortest concert ever at 25 minutes, Perfect!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEbQdcz99I/AAAAAAAAATo/jCQaWfSoeV4/s1600-h/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305551805616486354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEbQdcz99I/AAAAAAAAATo/jCQaWfSoeV4/s400/IMG_0359.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEbQMrEWHI/AAAAAAAAATg/uhfn-n3dtGY/s1600-h/IMG_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305551801112877170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEbQMrEWHI/AAAAAAAAATg/uhfn-n3dtGY/s400/IMG_0354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aidan is the funniest little guy...He loves music. He likes to borrow Emma's I-pod. He has the music bug. The little man can remember lyrics to almost everything he hears. Although in the car when Mel and I are talking he is always yelling "turn it up" He loves the radio blaring while he sits back in his car seat and belts it out...Man we get a kick out of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEbPpuGnGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ka8ytA8wKbs/s1600-h/IMG_0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305551791730367586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEbPpuGnGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ka8ytA8wKbs/s400/IMG_0221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305551794246791330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEbPzGEMKI/AAAAAAAAATY/5fzix0FM5_4/s400/IMG_0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Raylene&lt;/span&gt; is quite the little character. She loves to dress up and play superhero. Although I am not sure what she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;suppose&lt;/span&gt; to be in this picture... Kind of looks like a sword fighting super airline pilot... although if you can fly with a cape why would you be flying a airplane.. and how would you get the sword pass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;TSA&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-3094573838498736066?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/3094573838498736066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=3094573838498736066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/3094573838498736066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/3094573838498736066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thoughts-by-chris-olsen.html' title='Random thoughts by Chris Olsen'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SaEhB3MQ8AI/AAAAAAAAATw/XRAmY6gxWws/s72-c/IMG_0463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-8554936298774854591</id><published>2008-11-26T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:30:20.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas time!!</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas time at the Olsen's house. Yes it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;starts&lt;/span&gt; early, but it gives a good feeling in the home. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; are getting settled into our new home and the whole family loves it. It looks as if I will have to live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kotzebue&lt;/span&gt; for another month or so. I hope it goes fast, I miss Mel and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3_sGR-sVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/12xMpPxu07k/s1600-h/DSC00615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273151871786070354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3_sGR-sVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/12xMpPxu07k/s400/DSC00615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3xJC1eVuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v91X6rys268/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273135876402992866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3xJC1eVuI/AAAAAAAAAPE/v91X6rys268/s400/DSC00625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3xIoHkBmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GkB77HWvRGM/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273135869231105634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3xIoHkBmI/AAAAAAAAAO0/GkB77HWvRGM/s400/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3xJbk5HjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/2n7LZwsQwg8/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273135883044331058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3xJbk5HjI/AAAAAAAAAPM/2n7LZwsQwg8/s400/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3xIrbFpdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vidIN05GwlA/s1600-h/DSC00620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273135870118307282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3xIrbFpdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vidIN05GwlA/s400/DSC00620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Moly&lt;/span&gt; look at all of those stockings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273151878166350562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3_seDKCuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/qqU4zwFXe4M/s400/DSC00628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3aXmIaBnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y1naNsl9ggs/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273110837628372594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3aXmIaBnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Y1naNsl9ggs/s400/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guy's were over by my parents house. There is actually another one behind Momma you can kind of see his rump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3aXb-Fb2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/OFNFid22Lws/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273110834900725602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3aXb-Fb2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/OFNFid22Lws/s400/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan out at Indian Valley Meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3aXG58cwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XUbasrzOEqg/s1600-h/DSC00384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273110829246214914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3aXG58cwI/AAAAAAAAAOc/XUbasrzOEqg/s400/DSC00384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little man stole my spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3aWkKsMZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nl_2i8m0SVQ/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273110819921211794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3aWkKsMZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nl_2i8m0SVQ/s400/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel went on a fishing trip this summer when she went down to Anchorage. Yeah, I send her to go catch the  halibut. I get sea sick. I'm still secure in my manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-8554936298774854591?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/8554936298774854591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=8554936298774854591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/8554936298774854591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/8554936298774854591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-christmas-time.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas time!!'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SS3_sGR-sVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/12xMpPxu07k/s72-c/DSC00615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-777955867959949839</id><published>2008-10-01T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:23:16.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Moving!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, we are back on the road system! We found a house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wasilla&lt;/span&gt;, off of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Knik&lt;/span&gt; Goose Bay road.&lt;br /&gt;The process is slow but we are just getting the house together. We love our new home and it is so beautiful here. When we get all of the way done we will put some pictures up. On a sad note Mel and the kids will stay in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wasilla&lt;/span&gt; and I will be up in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kotzebue&lt;/span&gt; while my company tries to figure out a two week on two week off schedule. I hope it does not take more than a couple of months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-777955867959949839?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/777955867959949839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=777955867959949839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/777955867959949839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/777955867959949839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-are-moving.html' title='We are Moving!!!!!'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-9211256546675503408</id><published>2008-09-01T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:04:15.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting in August</title><content type='html'>Todd my partner from work and I decided to go boating down the coast the other day. We took one of our pilots with us. We found this little secluded beach that can only be reached with a boat. I found a walrus skeleton with the head still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attached&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166134360795170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLxc1I9h6CI/AAAAAAAAAME/CLcvt1eYc_o/s400/IMG_1477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166118649165106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLxc0ObldTI/AAAAAAAAALs/IIiqilATOVY/s400/IMG_1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLzP-QhrIqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yBqyIqMQHCQ/s1600-h/IMG_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241292734847460002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLzP-QhrIqI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yBqyIqMQHCQ/s400/IMG_1516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found some jelly fish in the water. I think these two were mating. This was a vindication for Melissa because earlier in the week she got stung by jelly fish in both legs and people were telling her there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; any in the region. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;!! We also traveled 60 miles south past the Arctic circle to Puffin island, It is the most northern nesting grounds for the puffin. Look at all of those birds. I have never seen anything like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLzP-u-xntI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MX4EbRE-2Iw/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241292743022583506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLzP-u-xntI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MX4EbRE-2Iw/s400/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We dropped off our friend and Todd and I decided to do a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;impromptu&lt;/span&gt; hunting trip. This was our camping spot. Can't you just smell the moose?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166122349554482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLxc0cN06zI/AAAAAAAAAL0/wcJR4v06dU0/s400/IMG_1537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We woke up early in the morning and cruised really slow up and down the slews. Keeping our eye out for the big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLxcz3w9M3I/AAAAAAAAALk/venqxDhEaOs/s1600-h/IMG_1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166112564786034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLxcz3w9M3I/AAAAAAAAALk/venqxDhEaOs/s400/IMG_1569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes sir. I got it!! Sixty Eight inch rack! And now we have all that meat in the freezer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No hormones and we were able to take 700 lbs of meat with out bones. Needless to say I had a lot of happy friends. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. I was praying to find a moose to catch and 30 minutes latter there he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;silhouetted&lt;/span&gt; against the sky with his antlers looking like two huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;satellite&lt;/span&gt; dishes bobbing up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLxc0uf_OsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RRnQwosQuak/s1600-h/IMG_1556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166127257565890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLxc0uf_OsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/RRnQwosQuak/s400/IMG_1556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241292731843319250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLzP-FVbldI/AAAAAAAAAMM/tCsh1bz3LEI/s400/IMG_1530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We got home late and here was a nice picture as we pulled into the boat harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-9211256546675503408?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/9211256546675503408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=9211256546675503408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/9211256546675503408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/9211256546675503408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunting-in-august.html' title='Hunting in August'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SLxc1I9h6CI/AAAAAAAAAME/CLcvt1eYc_o/s72-c/IMG_1477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-7064915048438843151</id><published>2008-08-05T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:29:19.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kotzebue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fourth of july'/><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231254183570305602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkl9q178kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fq0qqFF8iVM/s400/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long summer. We have had horrible weather as it has been cold and rainy for most of the time the kids have been out of school. We did manage to capture some of the good days out in the boat and down at the beach. Fourth of July was fun with our mini parade that goes through town. It starts on one street, continues for about 7 blocks, turns the corner and goes another 7 blocks, turns the corner and goes another 7 blocks and then ends at the "fair grounds" which are some fenced baseball fields. The town all line up on front street which is by the ocean. Once the parade passes everyone moves one block east, waits for the parade to pass, and then again moves one block east. It could only happen in Kotzebue. It was fun because Emma and Cora were in the parade. They were part of the National Park Service Float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231254206080161490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkl--stFtI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ehGe7NoDVEw/s400/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231287787885081218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJlEhsq6soI/AAAAAAAAAKk/44-JiBMlvD0/s400/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231287793707557122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJlEiCXGoQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/lJyXtY1mn3o/s400/IMG_1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231254195345588594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkl-WtYgXI/AAAAAAAAAKM/aJWxB6Y9e70/s400/IMG_1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan was sad because the big kids went hiking up the steep bank onto the tundra and he wanted to go. They left him behind but the picture was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231254190003180482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkl-Czp08I/AAAAAAAAAKE/KAii39DXCbw/s400/IMG_1125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231254201960568882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkl-vWhGDI/AAAAAAAAAKU/tDbncD_iX84/s400/IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbCAUDtuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qnXW5CqwDxw/s1600-h/IMG_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242163425359586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbCAUDtuI/AAAAAAAAAJU/qnXW5CqwDxw/s400/IMG_1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231230638479215810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQjKixjMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Zo3--bau3VU/s400/IMG_1257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                                                              "The Man, The Machine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbCbhlXeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5TedcAfnOFQ/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242170729848290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 3px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbCbhlXeI/AAAAAAAAAJc/5TedcAfnOFQ/s400/IMG_1324.JPG" width="271" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbCvH8uAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WZwKnVi8icM/s1600-h/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242175991035906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbCvH8uAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/WZwKnVi8icM/s400/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbC5taMKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vXSFaA_jZXs/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242178832511138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbC5taMKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/vXSFaA_jZXs/s400/IMG_1324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         The family with the hooptie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQimblDrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0gR-dtX7zks/s1600-h/IMG_1251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231230628785360562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQimblDrI/AAAAAAAAAIs/0gR-dtX7zks/s400/IMG_1251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQjT6hLHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/H7EjR7xISHA/s1600-h/IMG_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231230640994724978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQjT6hLHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/H7EjR7xISHA/s400/IMG_1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQjotNwoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/m72bFpahkGM/s1600-h/IMG_1266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231230646576071298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQjotNwoI/AAAAAAAAAJE/m72bFpahkGM/s400/IMG_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Pink haired pistol packing mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQjy2RpTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B1MPqcWXfss/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231230649298429234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkQjy2RpTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/B1MPqcWXfss/s400/IMG_1268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the beach the kids have been having fun on the ATV. Mel has become quite good with the 22 pistol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231242175434519474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkbCtDQ87I/AAAAAAAAAJs/iI1oVWE4_98/s400/102663770x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                                                        Gotta have more cowbell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-7064915048438843151?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/7064915048438843151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=7064915048438843151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7064915048438843151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7064915048438843151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SJkl9q178kI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/fq0qqFF8iVM/s72-c/IMG_1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-5345725070232277808</id><published>2008-05-28T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:55.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up on the Blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DxHyZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p9G2uL-2W2c/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205602361725805346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DxHyZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p9G2uL-2W2c/s400/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In May the girls and I attended my sister Alicia's wedding. The girls looked like little brides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DxnyZ4zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xFh841o-wxk/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205602370315739954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DxnyZ4zI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xFh841o-wxk/s400/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cora, Emma, Alicia and her new husband Matt. It is about time we got some height into the family. Matt is 6'5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DyHyZ40I/AAAAAAAAAFc/kXrN1KE3qGQ/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205602378905674562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DyHyZ40I/AAAAAAAAAFc/kXrN1KE3qGQ/s400/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DynyZ41I/AAAAAAAAAFk/VJ2NWep_lEc/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205602387495609170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DynyZ41I/AAAAAAAAAFk/VJ2NWep_lEc/s400/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we were over at Vanessa's house for Mother's day and we were all sharing what we bought. Ariane said that Ryan had got her a plant for mother's day and did not look too happy about it. I stated that early in our marriage I bought Melissa a plant. I told her it symbolized our marriage, and that as we watered it, and nourished it, it would grow and flourish. That was all key for, I couldn't afford flowers so I found this cheap plant. I told him that I could totally see what he was doing and was with him all the way. That of course was until Ariane brought the plant in from the car. The only thing I could say was, man you screwed up. I showed the pictures to Mel at home and she could not stop laughing. I think she almost stopped breathing. Way to go Ryan. I am going to print these pictures off and put them on the fridge. Anytime in the future that Mel does not like a gift I gave her I will just thrust my finger toward the kitchen and in a defiant voice say. It could of been worse...Thanks Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DzHyZ42I/AAAAAAAAAFs/HxBKZAO457U/s1600-h/IMG_0944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205602396085543778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DzHyZ42I/AAAAAAAAAFs/HxBKZAO457U/s400/IMG_0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You thought the other angle was bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD332XyZ4xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y894PULVR-A/s1600-h/IMG_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205589257780585234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD332XyZ4xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Y894PULVR-A/s400/IMG_0489.JPG" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had the opportunity to go Musk Ox hunting. Mel thought it would be a good Idea to get a family picture. Too bad were late for Christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-5345725070232277808?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/5345725070232277808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=5345725070232277808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/5345725070232277808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/5345725070232277808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/05/catching-up-on-blogging.html' title='Catching Up on the Blogging.'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SD4DxHyZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAFM/p9G2uL-2W2c/s72-c/IMG_0589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-3856959621113954239</id><published>2008-05-05T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:56.489-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arctic Fun'/><title type='text'>Fun Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7iZMtsK4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tHx5sJ7urk0/s1600-h/IMG_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196839942569601922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7iZMtsK4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tHx5sJ7urk0/s400/IMG_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Mel racing across the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kotzebue&lt;/span&gt; Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7gqstsK3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/98EGumdrszI/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196838044194057074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7gqstsK3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/98EGumdrszI/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 My speed racer posing with her machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7e-ctsK2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7rz_WITyMV4/s1600-h/IMG_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196836184473217890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7e-ctsK2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/7rz_WITyMV4/s400/IMG_0459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                    Getting down with the chain saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7dFctsK1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MYA2OObYR2I/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196834105709046610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7dFctsK1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MYA2OObYR2I/s400/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kotzebue&lt;/span&gt; Branch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shea&lt;/span&gt; fishing trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             (The fishing was good, the catching was bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7bQctsK0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EXwUZINfI48/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196832095664352066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7bQctsK0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/EXwUZINfI48/s400/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Our new elder couple missionaries from Utah...they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                             were a little under dressed but they had fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arranged&lt;/span&gt; for a babysitter to come over and sit with the kids. I had to gather firewood for the Branch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shea&lt;/span&gt; fishing trip and we decided to turn it into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;snow machine&lt;/span&gt; date. We rode up the trail about 20 miles and then decided to get off of the beaten  path and break our own trail. We had a lot of fun cutting in and out of the trees. We did get a little nervous when we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;approached&lt;/span&gt; a dense patch of trees...we came across a bunch of fresh bear tracks...decided not to go in there...We rode around for a couple of hours and on the way back home we stopped to cut wood. It was a good evening. It is amazing how big this country is. Three and half hours, 52 miles and we did not see one person on the trail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-3856959621113954239?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/3856959621113954239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=3856959621113954239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/3856959621113954239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/3856959621113954239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-weekend.html' title='Fun Weekend'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SB7iZMtsK4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/tHx5sJ7urk0/s72-c/IMG_0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-7986170296711345868</id><published>2008-04-15T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:56.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ve never done anything totally cazy with my hair and the winter was very long this year soooo this is how I coped with the cabin fever.'/><title type='text'>Coping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAVYN_8R4rI/AAAAAAAAACo/jULDB38ha-4/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Misc+2007+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189651143140172466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAVYN_8R4rI/AAAAAAAAACo/jULDB38ha-4/s400/Christmas+and+Misc+2007+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAVYO_8R4sI/AAAAAAAAACw/B578tlZ62nE/s1600-h/Christmas+and+Misc+2007+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189651160320041666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAVYO_8R4sI/AAAAAAAAACw/B578tlZ62nE/s400/Christmas+and+Misc+2007+031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAVYPf8R4tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9FU6O6sRm3E/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189651168909976274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAVYPf8R4tI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9FU6O6sRm3E/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-7986170296711345868?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/7986170296711345868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=7986170296711345868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7986170296711345868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7986170296711345868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/04/coping.html' title='Coping'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAVYN_8R4rI/AAAAAAAAACo/jULDB38ha-4/s72-c/Christmas+and+Misc+2007+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-5151186219037644408</id><published>2008-04-15T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T18:11:43.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know Mel! (stole the list from Megan's blog)</title><content type='html'>1. LIVING ARRANGEMENT? Apartment  3 bedrooms 2 bathrooms 1200sqft&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? My book club book is Elantris, and I just started a Agatha Christie mystery Five little Pigs&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Too lazy, don't have one&lt;br /&gt;4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Clue Master Detective&lt;br /&gt;5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?  Don't really buy them , but I love house plan books!&lt;br /&gt;6a. FAVORITE SMELLS? Fresh cut grass!  Baking food smells like rolls, bread, apple crisp, oh can't forget turkey!&lt;br /&gt;6b. LEAST FAVORITE SMELLS? Rotten meat and fish&lt;br /&gt;7. FAVORITE SOUNDS? The Law and Order Theme doot doot,  the ladies cry on the begining of Cold Case and my children sleepeing soundly&lt;br /&gt;8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD? Giving talks or any speaking in public&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? Man it's cold!&lt;br /&gt;10. FAVORITE COLOR?  eggplant purple&lt;br /&gt;11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE? depends on what caller ID tells me, usually three.&lt;br /&gt;12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME? Im not telling, someone will steal it! It's good though.&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE? My family and my religion&lt;br /&gt;14. FAVORITE FOODS? spicy seafood pasta&lt;br /&gt;15. VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE? Milk Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? Oh  Yeah!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? Chris is my Bear, kinda fluffy too&lt;br /&gt;18. STORMS - COOL OR SCARY? Cool &lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR? 92 Honda CRX 2 door&lt;br /&gt;20. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE? Emma Smith, Mary Magdalene&lt;br /&gt;21. FAVORITE DRINKS? Chocolate milk,  A&amp;amp;W root beer from the restaurant&lt;br /&gt;22.WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN? Cancer&lt;br /&gt;23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOli? Yes&lt;br /&gt;24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED WHAT WOULD IT BE? Fornesic Pathologist,  or dental hygenist ( I just realized how eccentric that looks )&lt;br /&gt;25. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR?  I turned 30 and needed to act out so I dyed big streaks  and the underpanel bright pink. It's kida fun actually&lt;br /&gt;26. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?  yes and lust too!&lt;br /&gt;27. IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? Who cares as long as it's clean&lt;br /&gt;28. FAVORITE MOVIES? Jane Eyre, Sense and Sensibility, Pride and Prejudice, Pollyanna, Emmit Otter's Jug Band Christmas&lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? I try!&lt;br /&gt;30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? Storage bins full of craft stuff&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 13 has been pretty lucky for me? Who knows why&lt;br /&gt;32. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH? Hockey&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT CD DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR STEREO RIGHT NOW? American Idol songs&lt;br /&gt;34. FAVORITE TV SHOW? House, Jon and Kate plus Eight, Law and Order SVU, CSI (the regular one, not Miami or NY!!!) Cold Case and currently American Idol,  Hey there's nothing else to do in the winter!&lt;br /&gt;35. EARLIEST MEMORY?  I stuck something in a outlet and got zapped ( I think I was 3 or 4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-5151186219037644408?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/5151186219037644408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=5151186219037644408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/5151186219037644408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/5151186219037644408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-to-know-mel-stole-list-from.html' title='Getting to know Mel! (stole the list from Megan&apos;s blog)'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-592872732424010073</id><published>2008-04-14T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:57.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures from the Sky'/><title type='text'>"The Great One"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SARAof8R4qI/AAAAAAAAACg/hJUtcjZ7ymQ/s1600-h/Kotz+in+Winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189343735150928546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SARAof8R4qI/AAAAAAAAACg/hJUtcjZ7ymQ/s400/Kotz+in+Winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     This is a photo of Kotzebue from the air. I think it was around 50 below when it was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAQ6Uf8R4pI/AAAAAAAAACY/GeH-TH8pIoE/s1600-h/Back+up+Photos+731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189336794483778194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SAQ6Uf8R4pI/AAAAAAAAACY/GeH-TH8pIoE/s400/Back+up+Photos+731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way to Anchorage on a medevac, we pass Mt. Mckinley. I took this picture at 23,000 ft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-592872732424010073?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/592872732424010073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=592872732424010073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/592872732424010073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/592872732424010073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-one.html' title='&quot;The Great One&quot;'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SARAof8R4qI/AAAAAAAAACg/hJUtcjZ7ymQ/s72-c/Kotz+in+Winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-7273978949856399885</id><published>2008-04-08T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:57.831-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sledding'/><title type='text'>Chillin' on "The Hill"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_xOEitO4zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GYvqHav9Ntc/s1600-h/mels+pics+4-7-08+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187106710766936882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_xOEitO4zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GYvqHav9Ntc/s400/mels+pics+4-7-08+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_xMXCtO4yI/AAAAAAAAACI/7DYKV0WEVsI/s1600-h/mels+pics+4-7-08+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187104829571261218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_xMXCtO4yI/AAAAAAAAACI/7DYKV0WEVsI/s400/mels+pics+4-7-08+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_xL1CtO4xI/AAAAAAAAACA/eF3NB9QCJPQ/s1600-h/mels+pics+4-7-08+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187104245455708946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_xL1CtO4xI/AAAAAAAAACA/eF3NB9QCJPQ/s400/mels+pics+4-7-08+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner the kids decided to go out to the hill to do a little sledding. When it warms up (above zero) they can stay out there for hours sledding and digging snow tunnels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-7273978949856399885?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/7273978949856399885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=7273978949856399885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7273978949856399885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7273978949856399885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/04/chillin-on-hill.html' title='Chillin&apos; on &quot;The Hill&quot;'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_xOEitO4zI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GYvqHav9Ntc/s72-c/mels+pics+4-7-08+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-3065733952681941857</id><published>2008-04-07T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:58.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_r4hStO4tI/AAAAAAAAABY/HP04AYYQaTs/s1600-h/Back+up+Photos+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186731171711476434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_r4hStO4tI/AAAAAAAAABY/HP04AYYQaTs/s400/Back+up+Photos+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well here is the brood. Right now we have six children in our home. Our three; Cora 9, Emma 7, and Aidan 3. We also have 3 Inupiaq Eskimo foster children; Benji 10, Violetta 8, and Rayleene 5. They are just one big happy bunch. As you might expect it can get pretty crazy in the house. It sometimes is akin to herding cats. We don't know how long we will be together as a family, but for now we are having fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-3065733952681941857?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/3065733952681941857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=3065733952681941857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/3065733952681941857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/3065733952681941857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/04/brood.html' title='The Brood'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_r4hStO4tI/AAAAAAAAABY/HP04AYYQaTs/s72-c/Back+up+Photos+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-5446599639667434610</id><published>2008-04-07T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:58.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This little fella was sitting on the edge of the ice way up the Noatak River. He actually let us get really close. This picture was taken last October.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_qaVytO4rI/AAAAAAAAABI/4tgAuxmH69Q/s1600-h/Back+up+Photos+5063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186627620049969842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_qaVytO4rI/AAAAAAAAABI/4tgAuxmH69Q/s400/Back+up+Photos+5063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-5446599639667434610?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/5446599639667434610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=5446599639667434610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/5446599639667434610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/5446599639667434610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_qaVytO4rI/AAAAAAAAABI/4tgAuxmH69Q/s72-c/Back+up+Photos+5063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-1020825571404509473</id><published>2008-04-06T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:58.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing at the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_lTxytO4oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7m1SV_4NAIQ/s1600-h/Back+up+Photos+1411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186268560784024194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_lTxytO4oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7m1SV_4NAIQ/s400/Back+up+Photos+1411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of the kids last summer. We were just down the beach at a fish camp. Some people we know were cutting up seal meat. Cora, Emma and Aidan were having fun with their friends. This picture relaxes me. I have a copy right above our computer. You need pictures like this to remind you that the summer will come one day. Currently it is -8 outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-1020825571404509473?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/1020825571404509473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=1020825571404509473' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/1020825571404509473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/1020825571404509473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/04/relaxing-at-beach.html' title='Relaxing at the beach'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_lTxytO4oI/AAAAAAAAAAw/7m1SV_4NAIQ/s72-c/Back+up+Photos+1411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1691521204960183607.post-7847074557388271441</id><published>2008-04-06T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:17:59.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Looking out over the sound at the distant mountains'/><title type='text'>An arctic winter day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_lAVytO4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDPFdT9SzfA/s1600-h/Back+up+Photos+757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186247189026759218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_lAVytO4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDPFdT9SzfA/s400/Back+up+Photos+757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1691521204960183607-7847074557388271441?l=missingthemountains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/feeds/7847074557388271441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1691521204960183607&amp;postID=7847074557388271441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7847074557388271441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1691521204960183607/posts/default/7847074557388271441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missingthemountains.blogspot.com/2008/04/arctic-winter-day.html' title='An arctic winter day.'/><author><name>Chris Olsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03886862370073313391</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/SjXd0eguqhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/D5j1oDlT914/S220/Back+up+Photos+5078.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1j1kkavtVs/R_lAVytO4jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eDPFdT9SzfA/s72-c/Back+up+Photos+757.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
