I mentioned the other day that we’re riding the roller coaster of winter weather in Southeast Alaska. To pursue that analogy, on Saturday we threw our hands in the air and hit that sickeningly steep drop down into the lower loop.
Saturday’s trip to town for Aly’s SAT subject tests took place in a storm of heavy, wet snow, which blew sideways most of the day. While Aly took her tests, Michelle and I went to where our sailboat, Selkie, is stored, to shovel snow off the tarps and pull out some sleds stored there. By the time we’d finished, we were soaked. Luckily, we pulled the sleds out to loan to friends, so we had a place to dry out and wait for the tide to fall far enough to get home.
The hike home across the bay was pretty intense. We nearly got blown off our feet several times, and when we got home, we had to strip off our clothes, wring them out, and hang them to dry. Papers inside my planner, which was stashed deep in my pack got wet!
This morning, all but a few lonely patches of snow are gone from our dooryard. It’s practically balmy out there, more like late March than early December. Looking at the weather forecast, it appears we’re at the bottom of the loop now, and beginning to head toward the next hill . . . .