Tote that Bale

All I can say is I am glad the queen is finally happy. She had been stalking her prey for a while, and the USPS finally delivered up the carcasses.

I speak, of course, about Fiesta Dinnerware.

The queen ordered said carcasses during the Great Hunt of 2012 detailed in an earlier posting. The USPS notified us we had a package and take a great big, wild guess who had to schlep said dead weight back to the Huntress' lair?

Me? I would have been happy with paper plates. Oh, no! If we are to establish a proper lair it will have proper dishes, lest the Huntress be thought a slovenly housekeeper. Can't have that sort of talk running around loose, now can we?

So I schlepped the lead weights dishes back from the post office. All 2,000 50 pounds worth. For four blocks. In a blinding snowstorm. Uphill, both ways!

Well, it felt like it. :-)

The Mighty Huntress

I have now seen the most awe-inspiring, vicious, merciless hunter on Earth in action. This hunter will stop at nothing - NOTHING! - while tracking prey. Patience, stamina, and above all else an uncanny ability to pounce at the precise moment to exact a kill... it's just a wonder to behold. So let me warn you, friends, to give this hunter a wide berth. This hunter's wrath will not be brooked should you block the path to the prey...

Yes, watching my wife shop on the internet is nothing short of watching a lion stalk dinner, but with more bloodshed and gore.

Those poor merchants will probably never know what hit them, for she has no mercy. Sale price?! HA! She laughs at what you call a sale price! She will ruthlessly shop until the very internet itself begs for mercy. You want to charge shipping for that? Woe unto you, foolish mortal, for you have just earned the wrath of a mighty huntress!

She leaves enough twisted wreckage and destroyed web-servers in her wake to make Jason Voorhees AND Freddy Kruger barf from the carnage. I'm not sure, but I think the bank has sent her a titanium debit card because the plastic ones kept melting down from overuse.

The Mythical Bigfoot

So we made a run to the neigh-upon-legendary Bigfoot store this morning. Ok, it's no Fred Meyer, but for Dillingham, it's actually pretty spectacular.

That's the building entrance. It's a pretty vanilla, non-descript steel building. Not much in the way of signage, but then again - it doesn't have to be. The outside isn't going to win any architectural contests, but it's what's inside that sets out to impress.

In not a great deal of space, somehow nearly everything you need to survive is here. There are few luxuries thrown in, of course. But if you need it to keep living, it's there in about 4,000 square feet. I can't imagine what it would cost to heat that in winter, but the locals tell me this is the second year of operation for Bigfoot, so I assume the owner(s) have it sorted out.

There is the Queen holding court. See that gi-normous satchel in the cart? That's what we euphemistically call a 'purse'. Trust me - on the inside that sucker must be miles wide for all that gets crammed into it.

Here's the true power of Bigfoot. Unless I miss my guess, the owner(s) take a trip into Anchorage a few times a year and load up those shipping containers and bring back the merchandise that way. Talk about buying in bulk! Between the shipping containers and the warehouse(s), they should be able to sock quite a bit away between trips. But how do they get the containers from the docks to the store? This :

We cut out the middleman, so you don't have to! Actually, I am kind of impressed for the nice little vertical solution to this market dilemma. They literally do everything in brining the products to the shelves, and have a decent depth and breadth to the selection. Now I know why the locals are all gaga over Bigfoot. For the middle of nowhere and then some, it really is impressive what they have done.

So if you are ever in Dillingham, Don't forget to stop by Bigfoot. Open seven days a week for your shopping convenience!