It’s beginning to look like I may need to apologize for the goat comment. The first week of March, after an ambiguous beginning, turned into a series of wild weather events, with heavy snow followed immediately by extreme thaw, and storm after storm. Pretty typical weather for spring in Southeast Alaska, actually, but still!
The cabin creaks and moans like an aging tall ship rounding The Horn. Branches stand impaled a foot or more deep in the trail. The wind holds water in the bay, making it uncrossable at the usual spots two full hours after the 13-foot tide level. The tarp covering the woodpile will not stay put.
I don’t really think I called this weather down on our heads by making light of an old weather marker. But then again, maybe an apology wouldn’t hurt?