snug summer scenes

"Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still."

(Dorothea Lange)

"If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn't need to lug around a camera."

(Lewis Hine)

This time of year, the trailsides are all sprinkled with bright red bunchberries, the Canada dogwood.

If I could answer the question "What's your favorite fruit?" with "Dewberry" and NOT sound like I'm trying way too hard to be "different," I definitely would. Because these little jewels are super delicious. Sadly, they seem to now be done for the season.

Bluebead lily, the most commonly asked about fruit, as in, "Can I eat those?" Sadly, no - they do look good though, right?





Raspberries, on the other hand? Eat your FILL.

Snug Harbor is full of families, boyscouts, and backpackers; like these three, awaiting the seaplane in Tobin.

In case you guys were suffering fungi withdrawals.

How great is this picture? Here we have the Ranger greeting crew, prepared for absolutely anything in our spiffy hard hats. Come on, sky - you just try to fall on us. People wanna throw rocks? Let 'em throw rocks. (Back row, L to R: Brian, Zim, Konrad, Ben, Col (not technically an employee, but he's around enough), Brett, Jacob, Erin; Front row, L to R: Liz (me!), Scott, Derek, and Alina.)

This is another personal favorite: the residents of the Ben East (minus Melissa, who was returning that day on the Ranger.) 

As you can see, life is good in Snug Harbor, where the trees are always green and the hard hats always shiny. We've even had a resident moose lately, munching around the campground and cabins with her calf; thank you, Ms. Moose - visitors love us when you do that.