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Slide show of our off-grid frontier home

We hope you enjoy the slide show depicting our life off-grid on the remote Caribou Island in Skilak Lake, Alaska, which culminated in my book Winds of Skilak: A Tale of True Grit, True Love and Survival in the Alaskan Wilderness.

NOW FOR THE SLIDESHOW: JUST CLICK ON THE PHOTO!

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Floating Island ?

Frost covered Little Caribou Island

Frost covered trees on Little Caribou Island. The island appears to be floating between the frozen surface of Skilak Lake and the sky. Sam took this photo from the beach on Caribou Island. He threw the rocks out on the ice to see if they’d go through. At the time of this photo we were stranded on the island waiting for the lake to freeze up..

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WCHS TV Channel 8 News INTERVIEW OF SAM & BONNIE

PART ONE INTERVIEW ON WCHS & WVAH TV with Brad Rice

TRUE PIONEERS: Meet Bonnie Ward, a Nicholas County wife who, along with her husband, gave up everything to move to ALASKA for 15 years.
Facing the harsh elements, the Wards find strength in each other, and the awe-inspiring beauty of “the last frontier.”
And just when they finally settle in, a freak accident proves to be the ultimate test of their resolve.

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PART TWO INTERVIEW ON WCHS & WVAH TV with Brad Rice

What would YOU DO if your husband came home, and said you were moving to ALASKA?

– Oh, and also said he QUIT his job and put the house UP FOR SALE?

It didn’t take long for a brave woman to say YES and became a “wilderness wife” in Alaska.

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Rainbow over the lake near Frying Pan Island.

Rainbow over the lake near Frying Pan Island.

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Indie Book Promo Guest Post

Guest Post – Why Did I Write My Book Winds of Skilak by Bonnie Rose Ward

// Indie Book Promo is happy to welcome Bonnie Rose Ward to the blog. Bonnie is sharing her thoughts on writing her book as well as sharing about the book, itself. If this book sounds like something that you would be interested in reading, please find buy links below and pick up a copy or two.

Why did I write my book Winds of Skilak?

During our very first night on Caribou Island, shivering as we pitched our pup tent in the cold and rain, the thought crossed my mind, “Who does this?” We drank straight from the huge glacier-fed lake we lived on. We didn’t filter or boil our water, and I often wondered, “Where else can you do this?” I knew early on that what we were doing was unique. Many might dream or fantasize about living in the wilderness, but few actually attempt it. And, of those who do, many give up before the going gets rough. In our case, that first winter.

The term “stranded on an island” certainly described our isolated life on Caribou Island. There were weeks and even months at a time when we didn’t see another soul. This was in the pre-cell phone era, so, without telephone lines going to the island, there simply was no communicating with the “outside” world.  We built our own log cabin to live in.  All of our food came from the land. As Sam always said, “If I didn’t skin it, scale it, or pluck the feathers off it, then we didn’t eat it.” We were on our own. We and we alone were responsible for whether we lived or we died.

Someone once said, “The best thing you’ll ever find in Alaska is yourself.” That was true for me. I needed the Alaskan wilderness, not Corporate America, to figure out who I was. When we first moved to the wilderness, I secretly hoped that Sam would get this “wilderness camping” out of his system and we could go back to civilization in a year. I thought, I’m young and adventurous, I can handle it for a year. But then something happened.  I fell in love with Alaska. I evolved into a wilderness woman.

I wrote letters to my parents that turned into journals, as trips to the post office were sometimes months apart. When I had the opportunity to visit my family a couple years after moving to Alaska, my mother returned the letters. “Here,” she said, smiling as she handed me the bundle held together with a neatly tied ribbon, “for the book you’ll write one day.”

Those letters did become the first rough draft of my book. But they weren’t the reason I wrote the book.  I wrote it for two reasons. First, because I was so affected by the beauty and the power of this special place. And second, because I am who I am today because of my time in Alaska. Even though I no longer live in Alaska, it is inside of me and will remain so forever.  I want to share that experience with others.  I hope you will take the time to read of our adventures and our life-changing experiences. You, like us, will never be the same again.

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BOOK_COVERBlurb:

Winds of Skilak traces a young couple’s adventurous move from the suburbs of Ohio to a remote island on ill-tempered Skilak Lake. As Sam and Bonnie adapt to a life without running water, electricity and telephones, the unforgiving, desolate environment tests their courage early on. Facing sub-freezing temperatures, unfriendly bears, and cabin fever, the Wards find strength in new friends, each other, and the awe-inspiring beauty of “the last frontier.” Just when they finally settle in, a freak accident proves to be the ultimate test of their resolve. Will they be able to survive in this isolated wilderness filled with unseen dangers?

Author Bonnie Rose Ward chronicles an exciting and thought-provoking tale of one couple’s faith in God and dedication to each other through all of Alaska’s curveballs. Winds of Skilak is a true tale of absorbing force, sure to bring out your own sense of adventure.

Winds of Skilak is available from Amazon

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100_6799Author Bio:

After fifteen years as a “wilderness wife” in Alaska, Bonnie Ward now resides with her husband on their farm in central West Virginia. They still maintain a self-sufficient lifestyle, raising goats, chickens, and other barnyard animals, with four dogs and a peacock named George rounding out the menagerie. Bonnie enjoys canning vegetables from the huge gardens sowed by her husband with heirloom open-pollinated seeds, and in her “spare” time, she continues to write her memoirs of the Alaskan wilderness.

Bonnie can be found:

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Excerpt:

We’re Going to Alaska! 1980

“What do you mean you put the house up for sale?”
Sam set down his briefcase. “I listed it with the realtors.” He turned to me with his brightest smile. “I handed in my resignation today.”

My mouth gaped open. I stared at my husband as if he’d grown a second head.

Before I could articulate a response, he grabbed me in his arms and twirled me around. “We’re going to Alaska, Bonnie. We’re going to Alaska!”

He finally set me down, but my head continued to whirl. “You mean, just like that, we’re going to Alaska?” SAM_&_BONNIEMaybe I hadn’t heard him right. “When did we decide all this?”

Sam removed his coat and hat and hung them on the coat rack by the front door. When he turned and faced me, his smile disappeared. The muscles in his face pulled taut and his eyes bored into mine. “We’ve talked about this, Bonnie—we’ve planned this for years.” He started toward the kitchen.

I ran after him. “But we haven’t even mentioned Alaska for at least a year.”

Sam removed a cup from the cupboard and poured in a little powdered creamer while the coffeemaker coughed out the last few drops of freshly brewed coffee.

Dread somersaulted in my stomach. “What about our life here? I thought you were happy.”

Sam poured coffee into his mug in stony silence, clenched his jaw and set the glass carafe back on the burner. Instead of turning around to answer me, he leaned over, planted both fists on the counter and took a long, slow breath.

I folded my arms in front of me and heaved a sigh, resisting the urge to tap my foot. The clock above the stove sounded like a metronome in a deserted cathedral.

He finally turned around and leaned against the counter, facing me. “You know we’ve dreamed of this for a long time—you still have that dream, don’t you?”

I took a deep breath. “We’re living a dream life now—or at least I thought we were.” I spread my palms in supplication and raised my voice an octave or two. “What about our jobs?”

I didn’t give him a chance to reply. I reminded him of everything we’d be giving up. We both had great jobs with good pay. Sam held a management position at MDT Corporation, and I worked as an inspector for an electronics company. We had moved to Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio, three years earlier and bought a house on a huge corner lot. After a remodel and addition, Sam and his dad put on cedar siding. Our house—our home—looked like a country cottage.

Two new vehicles plus a camper and a boat sat in the driveway, completing what I believed to be the perfect life.

“We have everything we could ever want right here, Sam. Would you really give it all up?”

The chicken casserole I had prepared earlier for supper filled the kitchen with tantalizing smells. It was ready to come out of the oven, and I was out of words.

“Bonnie?” Sam’s voice sounded softer now. “I know we haven’t talked about going to Alaska for a long time, but it’s never left my mind. I know how happy you are here, so maybe that’s why I haven’t brought it up before now.” He took a step closer. “The other day it took me three hours to get home because I got stuck in traffic. My job and this house own me. You talk about all that we have. We never get to use the boat and camper, because I work six or seven days a week. We both work long hours; I never see you anymore.”

I shrunk away from him, but said nothing.

“For what?” He held out his palms. “We’re indebted to the bank for our house, we have utility bills that get higher each month, and I’ve got a stomach full of ulcers.” Sam swept his arm dismissively and shook his head. “We don’t need all this, Bonnie. It’s not worth it. I can build us a home in the wilderness. We won’t have to answer to anybody but ourselves.”

Sam spoke with the same passion he had the night he proposed to me. He lowered his voice. “I’m not getting any younger. I know you’re only twenty-five years old, but I’m thirty-six, and if we’re going to do this, we need to do it now.” He stopped talking, walked over, put his hands gently on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

I met his gorgeous blue eyes—eyes a woman could get lost in; eyes that still made me weak at the knees. They spoke to me now, desperately pleading for me to understand the way he felt, willing me to feel the way he did and to want the same thing he wanted.

“I want to go to Alaska. I want us to go to Alaska.” He waited for a reply, his eyes never wavering from mine, his hands pressed gently on my shoulders.

I remembered the words he’d said years before—the words he’d said on the day he asked me to be his wife. “Someday, I want to go to Alaska, where a man can still live off the land. There’s so much land and game up there, places man hasn’t even seen. They call it the last frontier.” He had paused to take a breath; passion flowered his words. “I could build a log cabin, and hunt and fish for my meat. I wouldn’t need to go to work every day and punch a time clock just to get by, but could provide for all our needs with my own two hands.”

I had promised I would go with him. As much as I loved my home and life, I loved my husband more. If Sam didn’t go after his lifelong dream, he would always regret it. I would not stand in his way. I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I knew he’d been unhappy for a long time. And, in honesty, we both had. We had every material thing imaginable, but it had cost us more than mere money—it had cost us our time together.

I tightened my grip on him, my ear pressed against his pounding heart. “I love you, Sam. As long as we’re together, nothing else matters.” As his arms tightened around me, I closed my eyes. “Of course I will go to Alaska with you.”

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SRP Review: Winds of Skilak by Bonnie Rose Ward

Review by Christina Freeburn

Disclaimer: The reviews I post on The Self Rescue Princess won’t be the usual style of book review that talks about all the points and elements of a novel. My intention is to focus on heroines that I believe exemplify the spirit and character of a self-rescuing princess or are on their way to achieving that status.

winds of skilakThe book I’m reviewing today is a non-fiction book titled Winds of Skilak: A Tale of True Grit, True Love and Survival in the Alaskan Wilderness. The heroine (and the author) is Bonnie Rose Ward.

I was drawn to the setting and reading about a woman willing to go outside her comfort zone and live a life different from what she knew, and far from where she called home. Even though Bonnie was following her husband’s dream …originally… I found her strong and determined. She loved  her husband and made the choice to follow his dreams, she was also making the choice based on her convictions and beliefs. I admired how she was willing to share her weak moments and fear. At times she was terrified and questioned the decision of moving to Alaska, but she didn’t allow fear to dictate her life.

I loved reading the details about the wilderness, Alaska, and the Wards simple life style. What I loved most was getting to know Bonnie and seeing everything through her eyes. She has such an open heart and honesty in her writing that I was drawn into story. I read non-fiction as I like seeing how the world, life, and situations are viewed by others. It gives me another way to look at the world … and at times encourages me to reevaluate what I thought I knew about a situation in my own life. It makes me pause and look past my view and consider how the someone else might perceive it.

There was an event that happened in the book (I won’t elaborate as I don’t want to give it away) involving a neighbor that I first felt wasn’t fully addressed. I wanted to know how Bonnie came to terms with and what was said to the neighbor after the incident. I was confused why it was never brought up again. It dawned on me that the reason Bonnie didn’t mention it again in the books was because she forgave. It wasn’t an easy forgiveness. She shared her anger, heartbreak and how she struggled with it. Bonnie also shared how she opened up to God and prayed about it and was able to forgive her neighbor.

I realized Bonnie didn’t mention the incident again because she was showing forgiveness. It wasn’t because the author forgot to “tie it up” for readers, or an “editing” issue (as I’ll admit was my first thought) but that is how forgiveness works. It isn’t dwelt on. Isn’t rehashed even in the mind. It’s done. Over. Bonnie’s ability to forgive so truly is what I admire most about her and left me in awe. I hope one day I can have that type of “pure” forgiving nature that the incident doesn’t need a big act of closure on it for it to be done. I’d like for “I forgive” to be enough.

Winds of Skilak Review by Christina Freeburn can be seen on her blog: The Self Rescue Princess. Link below!

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THE BEGINNING . . .

1981

Building  Our Home In The Alaskan Wilderness

In the spring of 1981 we purchased our “little piece of wilderness heaven” on Caribou Island in ill-tempered Skilak Lake. Following are photo’s of beginning our new life in the wilderness! I hope you enjoy them. Please forgive that some of these photo’s are old and grainy.

1981 - Our Cabin Site on Caribou Island, Skilak Lake!

1981 – Our Cabin Site on Caribou Island, Skilak Lake! Notice our neighbor Bullwinkle in the background!

Checking out our new surroundings on Caribou Island, Skilak Lake!

Checking out our new surroundings on Caribou Island, Skilak Lake!

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Sam standing on Caribou Island’s rocky beach. In the background at the upper end of the lake are the Kenai Mountains.

Bonnie standing on the beach. Water is low in the spring.

Bonnie standing on the beach. Water is low in the spring.

Sam carrying a log that will be used for firewood.

Sam carrying a log that will be used for firewood.

Peeling the logs that will be used on the cabin.

Peeling the logs that will be used on the cabin.

Seems like Sam's always got a log attached to his shoulder these days!

Seems like Sam’s always got a log attached to his shoulder these days!

Floor's done! Time for a coffee break!

Floor’s done! Time for a coffee break!

Cooking breakfast on the camp stove. There's Bullwinkle again, browsing nearby!

Cooking breakfast on the camp stove. There’s Bullwinkle again, browsing nearby!

Making progress! Can't wait to get out of the pup tent and into my new "home!"

Making progress! Can’t wait to get out of the pup tent and into my new “home!”

Writing letters to the loved ones back home. The pup tent in the background was home for three months. Pot of beans is cooking on the wood stove. The plastic sheeting behind me is used to cover the tent when it rains.

Writing letters to the loved ones back home. The pup tent in the background was home for three months. The plastic sheeting behind me was used to cover the tent when it rained. There’s a pot of beans cooking on the wood stove (that Sam’s brother, Paul built for us) for supper. We ate beans every day! This photo is old but it “tells” a lot!

My handsome husband shaving out of a gold pan. This photo is dear to me because Sam looks so happy, but tragically, this was taken shortly before his horrific accident! (Details are in my book!)

My handsome husband shaving out of a gold pan. This photo is dear to me because Sam looks so happy, but tragically, this was taken shortly before his horrific accident! (Details are in my book!)

This photo was taken after recuperating from his tragic accident, Sam is back to work on the cabin!

This photo was taken after recuperating from his tragic accident, Sam is back to work on the cabin!

Finally got the roof on! Just need a door now!

Finally got the roof on! Just need a door now!

Sam is almost finished hanging the door! A good solid door! Let the cold winds blow, we'll be snug and warm in our little cabin home!

Sam is almost finished hanging the door! A good solid door! Let the cold winds blow, we’ll be snug and warm in our little cabin home!

FINISHED!

FINISHED!

Home sweet home! It took lots of blood, sweat and tears, broken bones and many pots of beans, but, it's like Sam always says, "We did it, and that's what counts!"

Home sweet home! It took lots of blood, sweat and tears, broken bones and many pots of beans. But, it’s like Sam always says, “We did it, and that’s what counts!”

When the salmon entered the lake on their way to their spawning grounds, all work ceased on the cabin. It was time to go fishing!

When the salmon entered the lake on their way to their spawning grounds, all work ceased on the cabin. It was time to go fishing!

Several species of salmon enter the lake. Sam is posing with a nice King salmon. He got this one on the Kenai River, which flows through Skilak.

Several species of salmon enter the lake. Sam is posing with a nice King salmon. He got this one on the Kenai River, which flows through Skilak.

The salmon have been soaking in the brine and are now drying. They will soon go into the smoker that Sam made from a barrel pictured in the foreground

The salmon have been soaking in the brine and are now drying. They will soon go into the smoker that Sam built using a barrel, pictured in the foreground.

My wilderness kitchen! The heart of a home - for me, that is! Burned a few loaves of bread not to mention a few fingers before I got the hang of the wood cook stove!

My wilderness kitchen! The heart of a home – for me, that is! Burned a few loaves of bread not to mention a few fingers before I got the hang of the wood cook stove!

Sam building a log chicken coop for our chickens! Good job, Sam!

Sam building a log chicken coop for our chickens! Good job, Sam!

Chicken coop is finished! Sam is taking a break while our rabbit checks in for a visit.

Chicken coop is finished! Sam is taking a break while our rabbit, Susie hops by to inspect Sam’s work!

The flock is growing and we now have a turkey as well - seen in the pen. The fish net covering the pen protects the chickens from predator birds looking for a good dinner!

The flock is growing and we now have a turkey as well – seen in the pen. The fish net covering the pen protects the chickens from predator birds looking for a good meal!

Chickens go scurrying when a young bull moose pays a visit!

Chickens go scurrying when a young bull moose pays a visit!

Feeding the chickens!

Feeding the chickens!

Our hen, Gladys with her little chicks. Gladys loved nesting and she hatched and raised more chicks than any other chicken!

Our hen, Genevieve with her little chicks. Genevieve loved nesting and she hatched and raised more chicks than any other chicken!

Sam looks pretty happy with his new generator. Used for recharging our radio battery!

Sam looks pretty happy with his new generator. Used for recharging our radio battery!

Our little homestead slowly included new members. Sam is pictured here with my milk goat, Esther, and our two kid goats, Heidi and Billie . . . oh, and let's not forget, our turkey, General Lee.

Our little homestead slowly grew to include new members. Sam is pictured here with my milk goat, Esther, and our two kid goats, Heidi and Billie . . . oh, and let’s not forget, our turkey, General Lee.

"It's mine, I seen it first. I know there's corn in the bottom of this bag."

“It’s mine, I seen it first. I know there’s corn in the bottom of this bag.”

Heidi is trying to get Sam's tobacco out of his shirt pocket!

Heidi is trying to get Sam’s tobacco out of his shirt pocket!

This is the way we wash our clothes, wash our clothes, wash our clothes, this is the way we wash our clothes, so early in the morning. Oh, the washtub had a dual purpose (at least). I not only used it for laundry, but for my bathtub as well!

This is the way we wash our clothes, wash our clothes, wash our clothes, this is the way we wash our clothes, so early in the morning. Oh, the washtub had a dual purpose (at least). I not only used it for laundry, but for my bathtub as well!

Milking Esther! After I milked Esther, I would strain the milk and pour into a sterilized quart jar. Then Esther and I would walk down the "water trail" to the beach where Esther would browse on choice grasses while I would re-fill my dishpan with fresh cold lake water. I would rotate the jars in the dishpan, which I kept off the beach and tucked away in the tree-line That milk would be very cold in less than an hour.

Milking Esther! After I milked Esther, I would strain the milk and pour into a sterilized quart jar. Then Esther and I would walk down the “water trail” to the beach where Esther would browse on choice grasses while I would re-fill my dishpan with fresh cold lake water. I would rotate the jars in the dishpan, which I kept off the beach and tucked away just inside the tree-line. That milk would be very cold and delicious in less than an hour.

Yippee! I'm moving up in the world! From wash pan to sauna for my bathing needs! Sam built this wood heated sauna our second summer on the island. Nothing better to warm a body to the bones and clean out the pores!

Yippee! I’m moving up in the world! From washtub to sauna for my bathing needs! Sam built this wood heated sauna our second summer on the island. Nothing better to warm a body to the bones and clean out the pores!

AND THEN COMES WINTER!

AND THEN COMES WINTER!

WINTER WONDERLAND! So quiet you can hear a snowflake falling to the ground.

WINTER WONDERLAND! So quiet you can hear a snowflake falling to the ground.

Chickens are tucked in safe and warm for the winter!

Chickens are tucked in safe and warm for the winter! I think Heidi wants to move in!

OUR FIRST WINTER! FEELING BLESSED IN OUR HUMBLE LITTLE CABIN!

OUR FIRST WINTER! FEELING BLESSED IN OUR HUMBLE LITTLE CABIN!

A moose out on the frozen surface of Skilak Lake.

A moose out on the frozen surface of Skilak Lake.

Moose on Caribou Island!

Moose on Caribou Island!

Moose on Caribou Island munching on tree branches.

Moose on Caribou Island munching on tree branches near our cabin.

With winter comes trapping. Here is Sam with a Coyote!

With winter comes trapping. Here is Sam with a Coyote!

Sam with a coyote he caught. Along with coyote, Sam trapped, mink, otter, beaver and more.

Sam with a coyote he caught. Along with coyote, Sam trapped, mink, otter, beaver and more.

Trapper Sam holding up a string of mink pelts! Notice the Bear jaw handled knife he made?

Trapper Sam holding up a string of mink pelts! Notice the Bear jaw handled knife he made?

I enjoyed sewing and making crafts out of the furs that Sam trapped.

I enjoyed sewing and making crafts out of the furs that Sam trapped.

Sam sporting the beaver fur hat I made for him. He trapped the beaver during the winter.

Sam sporting the beaver fur hat I made for him. He trapped the beaver during the winter.

Building a dock! Skilak is frozen and you can see our "ice road" behind Sam as it heads toward Frying Pan Island!

Building a dock! Skilak is frozen and you can see our “ice road” behind Sam as it heads toward Frying Pan Island!

Our second summer, Sam also built a guest cabin tucked into the woods behind our main cabin.

Our second summer, Sam also built a guest cabin tucked into the woods behind our main cabin.

My sister came to visit our fourth year on the island. She is seen here with Sam as they skin a rabbit that Sam just shot for our supper.

My sister came to visit our fourth year on the island. She is seen here with Sam as they skin a rabbit that Sam just shot for our supper.

Sam the great hunter! He provided all of our meat from hunting and fishing. We never bought meat (or bread for that matter) out of a grocery store for nine years!!

Sam the great hunter! He provided all of our meat from hunting and fishing. We never bought meat (or bread for that matter) out of a grocery store for nine years! I canned all of our meat in quart jars by the hundred’s and baked all of our bread! Yummy & Healthy!

The huge 1,000 pound brown bear that Sam shot!

The huge 1,000 pound brown bear that Sam shot!

That was a big bear!

That was a big bear!

Sam's pretty happy that he brought this bear down. It had charged him and his friend up on the mountain.

Sam’s pretty happy that he brought this bear down. It had charged him and his friend up on the mountain.

That brown bear was so big that it made our cabin look small!

That brown bear was so big that it made our cabin look small!

                                                           

Photo’s Of The Beautiful Outdoors!

Rainbow over the lake near Frying Pan Island.

Rainbow over the lake near Frying Pan Island.

Up on the mountain where Sam shot the bear and where we would pick blueberries. Looking down the lake toward Caribou and Frying Pan Islands. The tiny Island in between the two is Little Caribou Island.

Up on the mountain where Sam shot the bear and where we would pick blueberries. Looking down the lake toward Caribou and Frying Pan Islands. The tiny Island in between the two is Little Caribou Island.

This is our second cabin home that we built our third year on the island. Nestled safely in a forest of snow covered pines. You can see our very first "wooden Dumpey" boat, "Ol' Slow Boat Annie," we dubbed her. And the Old Dorey next to her. We've swamped that Dory a time or two crossing that lake with a loads of wood!

This is our second cabin home that we built our third year on the island. Nestled safely in a forest of snow covered pines. You can see our very first “wooden Dumpey” boat, “Ol’ Slow Boat Annie,” we dubbed her. And the Old Dorey next to her. We’ve swamped that Dory a time or two crossing that lake with a loads of wood!

Skilak is in a bad mood today! Photo is old, grainy and not very clear. Doesn't do the scene justice!

Skilak is in a bad mood this day! Photo is old, grainy and not very clear. Doesn’t do the scene justice!

Landscape photo of the upper end of the lake by Jeremy Sauskojus. This is Skilak on one of those rare and beautiful days. Days like this would make me sometimes forget how ill-tempered the "great lady" could get.

Landscape photo of the upper end of the lake by Jeremy Sauskojus. This is Skilak on one of those rare and beautiful days. Days like this would make me sometimes forget how ill-tempered the “great lady” could get.

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WINDS OF SKILAK is the WINNER of the 2014 Next Generation Indie Book Awards in the memoir (other) category!

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I am thrilled to announce that my book WINDS OF SKILAK has been named the WINNER in the MEMOIRS (Other) category of the 2014 NEXT GENERATION INDIE BOOK AWARDS! I’m still pinching myself to make sure it’s real! Many thanks to the folks and judges at the Next Generation Indie Book Awards for all their hard work for making this event possible and for giving my book this great opportunity to now showcase it as an AWARD WINNING TITLE!

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Beautiful Landscape Photo of Skilak Lake by Jeremy Sauskojus

Beautiful Landscape Photo of Skilak Lake by Jeremy Sauskojus

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Bird’s Eye View of Upper End of Skilak Lake

Bird's Eye View of Upper End of Skilak Lake

Upper end of Skilak Lake! You can see the Kenai Mountains that go on and on. At the end of the lake if you look closely you can see the glacier flats. Carved out from the glacier many years ago, it leads to the Skilak glacier about six or seven miles distant. Back in the mid 80’s, we walked right up to the glacier and picked ice off the glacier wall and ate it. Ice as old as the millennium.

Interesting story: We learned just a few years ago, that the glacier has receded and there is now a huge lake in front of the glacier that is approximately a mile wide and one or two miles long (I’ve heard that is just an estimate and it might be smaller) and I was told that it is very deep, approximately 1700 feet. This just amazed me when I found out about this newly formed lake at the base of the glacier. It was the contributing factor that inspired me to put the chapter “Gold Under That There Glacier” back into the book. I had previously cut it to keep my page number down. However, after hearing of this massive (global warming) geological change in just the few short years since we left Alaska, I had to put that chapter back in the book!

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