Yesterday, in the 9:00 am hour, we huddled against the sheltering Power Point slope on our beach, wrapped in our warmest coats, watching the sun transit our view, from the shoulder of Mt. Selby to our southern point. A thick band of storm clouds blocked most of the sunrise, warming and rising as it crested the horizon, at about the same rate as the sun. High winds whipped Lynn Canal, making the water “smoke” in the cold. As we watched, I realized that personally, there could be no better place to observe the Winter Solstice than right here. As the sun reached its highest point, we blew a few blasts on our conch shell in its honor, then hustled inside for hot drinks.
We had to warm up so that we could cross the bay and get to town for a final time before Christmas day.

