“I want to stay in a yurt.”
That’s what my wife Deborah told me. The comment did not come out of the blue. Two years ago I went on a research trip to Alaska. It was the summer of the graduation of my oldest son, Thomas, from Saint Michael’s College. So I added a week to the end of my research trip, and took Thomas with me as his graduation present. We backpacked, fished, biked, and saw Dahl’s sheep. We also went on a three-night sea-kayaking trip in Kachemak Bay near Homer, and stayed in a yurt at Right Beach.