I talked to Ali the other day. We were talking about work and I told her that my manager was intimidating because she made very intense eye contact. Ali’s dubbed her “Wolf Eyes.” Which is hilarious. And the nickname stuck. Now half of camp is calling Rece “Wolf Eyes.” Things are generally improving in the cache. My sandwich making is basically perfected. And Lauren likes baking (although she is not superb at it), which is good because I never want to see another cookie again in my life. And we now use ciabatta bread instead of hoagie rolls, which is a dramatic improvement in both taste and pack-ability. Except for yesterday we had hummus disaster, which involved adding

farrrrr too much raw garlic and Nicole breaking the new hand blender. By the end of wrestling with it all of our stomachs were cursing us.

Last week, we had the Logging Road Party. Except for people were camping on the logging road,

so we moved it and made it the Next To The Cooper Creek Party. The theme was Predator and Prey, so I went as a dark wizard (preying on Katie, who went as a unicorn [for her sliver blood that I drink to sustain my life, duh, see book 1]). This is mostly because the HP final movie premieres July 15, so I had my costume on the ready. Nonetheless, I make a great wizard (JMHO). Other notable costumes included The Environment and an Oil Spill, a cat, a mouse, and cheese, and a bear victim. Our cook went as a wife beater and Wolf Eyes went as his 17-year-old pregnant wife. She went around holding her other baby (a brown stuffed pig) and saying that “the last one came out black.” Poor taste, much?

For our weekend Brian, Andrew and I went to Anchorage to run some errands. Anchorage is a

terrible city populated by dirty strip malls, liquor stores, and Fred Meyers. But we did go see X-Men, which was interesting (I had never seen any of them), and eat Indian food. I ate so much. It was delicious. Indian food is the #1 thing that I miss in Alaska. (Thai food is the #2.)

The next day Brian and I hiked to the Harding Ice Field. I liked the idea of this hike because of the word “field.” Fields are big and flat. As my spatial skills are negligible, I didn’t really understand what “four miles in and 3,500 feet up”

meant. Apparently it meant “not flat.” Also, that is the last time I trust someone with a BMI of one and a half (Wolf Eyes) to tell me

when I am going to be “freezing!” (I should have known that our body temperatures are vastly different, seeing as any day that the temperature drops below 50, she has to stand in front of the open oven.) I had to change into Brian’s shorts in the woods and then I had to carry about a million pounds of warm clothes in my pack. But the hike was well worth it because the views were amazing. Views of ice fields don’t come easy. Which is legit. The ice field was cool, but the best part of the hike was the marmot that I saw.

Marmots are very cute and very gregarious animals. It let me get very close to it so I could take 34 pictures of it (yep, 34, I just counted when I uploaded them.)

Tonight is the Girdwood Forrest Fair. In the day they have local craft-vendors come and sell the things that they’ve made and at night it is just a huge party. The weather is kind of gross, but I’m excited—it should be fun!