Yeah. After an exceptionally cold but snow-poor winter (the worst weather to have up here.), we have finally almost made it to Spring. March approaches, the birds are returning, flora is starting to stir…so of course we are 2 days and 2 feet into a who-knows-how-deep dump. Seriously.
Old Man Winter, go home. You’re drunk.
See, in the midst of such a long span of darkness, the saving grace of winter in Alaska is its unparalleled beauty. When it gets bitterly cold, the additional, accompanying gift of hoar frost is usually breathtaking enough to make the cold bearable, at least for awhile.
But the beauty is directly proportional to how much snow we get. Without snow, everything is just frozen mud. Everywhere. We don’t really do the artificial snow thing here (bc why, right?) so without snow, there’s no snowmachining. No skiing. No Iditarod (none worth paying any mind, anyhow). No sledding. No boarding. No snow angels or snowmen or snow forts or snow ice cream. No realization of a White Christmas dream. (hey! That legit unintentionally sort of rhymes!)
So that’s been this Winter. The Winter of Frozen Mud.
But not now! Let the shoveling just to be able to pull out of the driveway begin! It’s Spring!
Lol. Sorry. I kind of went off there.