A quick, snowless trip down to the river. |
December 5 the temperature dipped below zero and wavered
between negative 15 and negative 7 for the whole night and day, preserving the
minimal snow cover in the yard, the same amount of snow that according to
friends provides a meager cover on the trail through the deep woods. That
temperature range is forecast to prevail at least through the next week without
a cloud in the sky that could hold even a promise of snow. For the record a
minimum of 20 inches would be best.
Dinner tonight consists of a can of food that was supposed
to be consumed in the warm comfort of the cabin at the end of that trail.
A day ago after four inches of snow fell the temptation
proved too much and I fired up that
new machine and took a ride around the neighborhood, but the sound of those
brand new skis scraping over gravel hidden under that thin protective coat of
snow sent a shiver through me every time I heard and felt it and the trip was
cut short after only a few minutes. So now the machine has six miles on it
according to the odometer. Oh joy.
Two things filtered through the mind today. The first came
as I walked across a parking lot at the store, my ears burned by the cold air,
my fingers tingling from the same condition, some of it blamed on the slowing
circulation of an aging man but also on the lack of exposure to the weather this
year. Somehow 10 below at the cabin is tolerable while out here it is not. The
thought that developed was about weathering these conditions and it raised the
question asking if we are not going to get a decent winter in Alaska any more,
why spend the rest of my life suffering in the cold and grumbling about it.
Maybe it would be better grumbling about it on a beach in Palau.
And that one kind of evolved into the second one. Given the
political atmosphere in the country these days I might be able to do some good
if I were to take every one of those goddamned climate-change deniers by the
neck and shove their pompous well-fed faces into the bare gravel in my yard. That
wouldn't change anything, of course, but think of the personal satisfaction.
This complaint has almost become an annual event. Seems like
I have written something like it several times over the past few years. Perhaps
it all comes down to choices and maybe a big one is looming. There are options
for places to live but there are no promises for anywhere. After all, if you
can't count on winter in Alaska, what is there that you can count on?
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