House Sitting

"His camp was invaded by polar bears!"

I've joined the Fairbanks fad. I have become a house sitter... well at least until August 21 when Steve Kendel returns from Northern AK . It all happend quite fast actually. One of my Field Trip volunteers asked me about it when I randomely saw her at a small music festival in Ester a few weekends ago. When I caught a ride from her back up the hill, she offered to take me to Steve's to show me his place. The rest is history.

He has a gorgeous house that looks out over the rige line with one of the best views I've seen in Fairbanks so far! The access to running water, shower, bed sheets and radio, all of which I haven't had much access to since arriving at Calypso Farm, don't hurt either. House sitting also gives me my own space. I think I mentioned in a previous post that my sleeping space is also the intern public space... I am a very open person... but everyone gets grumpy sometimes.

House sitting here is pretty common. A lot of people take week trips to other parts of Alaska and need someone to take care of their animals or their plants. Both of the other interns on the farm have been commissioned to house sit for friends of the farm, and some of the school garden coordinators in downtown Fairbanks as well.

House sitting here is a little different from other house sitting jobs I've heard of. Sitters don't expect to be paid for their services. As long as they get a space to stay in for a little while and some food they are happy. My gig is actually a breeze compared to most. Steve only wants me to water his plants once a week for him. In return I get all the fresh raspberries I can eat and access to all his house appliances!!!!

The only slight glich so far was Steve's very sudden return last week!! On Tuesday he called the office and talked to Christie (Calypso Gardener), telling her to let me know his camp had been invaded by polar bears and that his group was coming back to Fairbanks to re-group. Later in the week I spoke with him, and found out there was actually much more to the experience than just the polar bear attack. Before the bear attack his group had actually survived a flip into the Artic Ocean, drifting onto shore and managing to set up one tent in blistering winds howling around them!! So, he just left again on Monday for his second attempt to set up camp....

On a lighter note, THE SQUIRELLS ARE GONE! For the past few weeks I have enjoyed chirp free mornings. It's a very beautiful thing =).