Saturday, August 2, 2008

Kenai Market - Furs

Leslie Saturday, August 2, 2008

Saturday began as a cloudy, chilly day. We had decided to walk to a nearby Farmer’s market. I wore my down jacket, fleece hat and gloves! (Yes, those of you roasting in the record heat of Colorado, Virginia, and North Carolina can drool, but it’s chilly here. The high has been in the low 50s and the wind must be blowing over 25 mph from the Artic.)

The market was small, maybe 25 booths. There was the standard fare of vegetables, lots of jam, some homemade knitting and sewing, and furs. What, real furs? Well yes, at one booth a woman was selling items made from native furs.



What first caught our attention was these mittens. Look at the size of them.



Robert tried one on so I could give you a real perspective. The woman to his left is the person who makes the goods.



I tried them on. They are really warm. The price was $150. I think they were beaver on the outside. I’m not sure what the fur was on the inside but they were very soft. She had items made from various foxes, wolf, caribou, and more.

After the market we took the walking tour of old town Kenai. There are several old buildings from the late 1800s, most prominently the Russian Orthodox Church.



This church was built in 1894 and is still an active congregation.

By evening the wind had diminished somewhat so I went out looking for pictures. I thought I might get a sunset over Cook Inlet so I had my short lens on the camera. I came across a mamma moose and her calf down at the beach. I was too far away for a good picture and they had moved on by the time I returned with the long lens. Still seeking moose!

Robert, Saturday, August 2
It was cool and overcast again today but at least the winds had dropped to being tolerable. We walked to the open air market. It was almost all booths selling homemade jewelry with two exceptions. One was a booth selling a few vegetables and the other was a booth selling items made from local furs. I was attracted by a pair of fur mittens that were beautiful both to see and to feel. If I could have figured out what I would ever do with them I would have bought them. Let’s see: mushing the dog sled in -40 degree weather, hiking to the North Pole in the middle of winter, or sitting in a football stadium in Green Bay in a blizzard watching a football game. None of those seemed to fit so I passed on the mittens. Leslie on the other hand bought a pair of slippers like she wears around the house. The ones she owns now are worn out and bedraggled so she did have a reason to purchase them. And they were at least as cheap as those she has bought in the past. After that, we walked to a colorful Russian church that is located several blocks away from the campground. Then it was back to the trailer. She went out again to take some pictures and soon was back yelling, "Moose!" She had seen two moose close to the beach. Where we are camped is overlooking the beach but we are on a bluff and the water is a hundred yards from us. It is also 100 feet lower. Between the base of the bluff and the water there is a marshy area where she saw the moose. We have a spotting scope and a camera that attaches to it. She wanted me to set it up to get a picture. Well, putting it all together is a little like a puzzle and it took me 15 minutes to get it all out (including the tripod) and assembled. Of course by that time the moose were nowhere to be found. Now we have it all set up and ready to go which means we will never see another moose along the beach. I’m sure we will look for them again tomorrow