Monday, May 4, 2015


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Map of Lituya


Lituya Bay's reputation stems mostly from the megatsunami of 1958 that scoured the trees off around the bay to a height of 1720 feet. This landmark is also infamous for its narrow, trecherous entrance which has taken the lives of many sailors.
When we entered in late 90s, we were very aware of of the reputation of this  remarkable place, but, at the same time, were totally captivated by the majesty of the mountains behind the bay and a certain essence that emanated throughout. I, of course, kept thinking about the myth of Kan Lituya, the guardian with his bear sentinels watching us from the Fairweather mountain peaks. One of these sentinels vacated the peninsula behind which we anchored long enough so my friend, Suzanne and I could go ashore, explore and gather wild flowers which we spread around the tug in vases.I also picked wild celery to enjoy aboard.

Saturday, May 2, 2015

Sirens of Lituya Bay is up on Amazon and being sold in digital format. The hard copies will be available May 15 from After Shock Media.

What a job to open a seller's account on Amazon with a Mexican phone number! It took me three weeks and four "open cases" in their help department. I don't think they like foreign phone numbers. It has been a learning experience. At least I have a seller's account now and can slip my new book, Abalone Eyes, in next summer. It is a prequel to Sirens, involving some of the same characters, but concentrating on the evolution of Walter, the museum curator as he finally learns the truth about his heritage. Shamanism plays a role in this story as does general life in Sitka living aboard a tug. My local writer's group will be dissecting this work in order to polish it up and get it ready for you, my readers.

Until then, please take a look at Sirens and make sure to leave a review if you buy and read it.

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Some photos of the actual tugboat I owned and lived aboard for 6 years. Her original name was Pacific Chief, but it was changed to the Adak when she was owned by Canadians and hauled logs across the gulf of Alaska. Adak, the dog is in the last photo and was the inspiration for Attu, the dog in my story.

The tug is 90 in length, all wood, built in the Stockton Shipyards during the war. The engine, a Fairbanks Morse direct-reverse was dropped in right after the war ended. She was a wonderful floating home and we took many adventurous trips around Southeast Alaska aboard her. Some of the "adventurous" part came from operating an old boat with an old engine which had to be shut down on approaching docks so she could go into reverse to land. This always confused on-lookers, but my husband, the captain was expert at putting her right alongside. On-board fires, breakdowns at sea, and a cranky anchor windlass all added to the adventure.

The Adak is currently owned by another writer who is taking good care of her.