The Alaska Life : Kasilof Cabin

September 19, 2016 at 5:27 am (Alaska, Travel) (, , , , , , )

Summer in Alaska is when everyone seems to go AWOL.  While the weather is nice, they’re out camping or fishing or venturing off to find some peace and quiet in the wilderness somewhere.  The best part is you don’t even have to travel that far from the city limits to find spots that feel well and truly secluded.

We spend a weekend at a friend’s cabin on the banks of the Kasilof River, just ~3 hours from Anchorage on the Kenai Peninsula.  A glimpse of cabin life, the simple life – and I do believe we’re developing a taste for it.  I don’t think we’d ever be quite ready to completely give up the conveniences of modern living, but an occasional sojourn such as this, away from the constant barrage of information, seeming need for haste and ceaseless consumerism, is the perfect way to unwind.


The Kasilof River – 20 miles of meandering turquoise water that connects Tustamena Lake to the Cook Inlet.  The water’s milky hue is a result of its glacial “rock flour” content, and is even more spectacular today under blue skies that we are glad to see after weeks of rain.


The largest lake on the Kenai peninsula, Tustamena is 25 miles long and a spectacularly scenic location for boating.  Fed by Tustamena Glacier and the Harding Ice Field, that same, milky, glacial meltwater stretches as far as the eye can see; where you think you see the shoreline in the distance, it’s actually just the bordering mountains peeping up over the horizon.  Care is required when crossing the lake, however – winds gusting over the ice field can make for a rough, sometimes precarious, ride.




Back on the Kasilof for some reprieve as the winds pick up over the lake, the water is still flowing quite fast, boosted by a wet season.   We find some slower spots to try our luck fishing, skeptical of our chances given the water depth but hopeful nonetheless of hooking a silver or two for dinner. As expected, with the exception of an undersized trout and unfortunate humpy, it’s slow going.




The cabin is every bit as picturesque as you would imagine, a compact wooden structure nestled in a wooded grotto.  The surrounding forest floor is a sea of cranberry and rosehip bushes and all manner of late-summer mushrooms for the fungi-enthusiast.  We can just make out some skinny, ambling trails where the greenery has been worn away, revealing an underlying tangle of tree roots – trails worn in by bears foraging for berries, we’re told.






Inside, our home-away-from-home is an eclectic assembly of mismatched furniture and odds and ends which, at the end of their heydays, have found a second use here.  A large woodstove sits in the corner by the firewood hatch, a sturdy workhorse capable of handling the Alaskan winter.  “Running water” here means you have to run to get it and lessons in the proper method for washing dishes without plumbing and strategic placement of flashlights for night-time trips to the outhouse are a good reminder of the conveniences we take for granted.  It’s rustic, but has all the creature comforts covered, including board games and plenty of reading material if you’re wondering how one fills the evening hours without an idiot box.







Dinner is a simple affair of steak and corn on the cob grilled over an open fire, with a glass of red in hand and good company – one of the best meals I’ve had in the US.  We move inside once the sun sets (the long summer days are beyond us at this point), escaping the no-see-’ems and mosquitoes to continue campfire stores by the glow of the woodfired stove and single propane lamp.





Sleep comes easily in total darkness, far from city lights, to the sound of nothing but the running river, and there’s no need to describe the pleasure of waking up, not to the sound of an alarm, but the morning light streaming through the window.  Sunday morning is cranberry picking, hot coffee and pancakes with warm syrup cooked on the vintage propane stove.  Dilly-dallying to extend those last few, completely peaceful moments before heading back up-river and back to the grind.











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Black Garlic Food Truck: Bernie’s Backyard, Spring TX

September 6, 2016 at 10:48 am (American, Burgers, Travel, USA) (, , , , , , , )

Between Melbourne’s burger fetish and moving the the US, we’ve had some good burgers over the past couple of years, possibly a few too many according to my denim meter.  So given the (one could argue) over-saturation of excellent options, what is it that really distinguishes one from another?

Within the diaspora of burger joints, there is the contingent that markets their fare on the merits of wholesomeness bu,t by and large, the burgers that draw our attention are more likely to be gracing our #foodcoma than #cleaneating feeds.  And at the far end of this spectrum is Black Garlic.  Case in point – the Scorpion.  A 1/2 pound all-beef pattie on a grilled challah bun, piled high with roasted peppers, avocado, smokey bacon, havarti cheese, balsamic and slathered in togarashi aioli.  It’s gloriously composed and manages valiantly to remain so while you chow down.  The challah bun is genius, the lightly sweet, chewy,  enriched pastry a brilliant match for an umami-charged filling.

As all burger connoisseurs will attest to, fries can make or break a burger and Black Garlic has this part of the equation sorted.  Definitely go for the upgrade to chimy fries, tossed in fragrant herb oil, which are worth living with garlic breath for the next few days.


Black Garlic source their organic ingredients from local farms and suppliers, so you can feel good feeding your belly with wholesome stuff and supporting sustainable producers.  The difference this makes to their wares is clearest in the flavor and texture of the hand-ground beef patties, and it’s obviously appreciated, judging from the 45 minute wait at Bernie’s Backyard where we tracked these guys down in Spring, Texas.  Check out their website at for times and locations – just take care driving home afterwards as a Black Garlic meal is well deserving of that #foodcoma hashtag.





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