Every year at this season, we keep an even closer eye than usual on The Mountain With No Name across Lynn Canal. We watch to see if the snow on the mountain lasts through the year.
The Mountain With No Name with the snow all but gone (Photo: Mark Zeiger).
Considering that yesterday marked the second anniversary of starting this blog, I’m not doing very well keeping it up—my apologies that today’s post is quite late. Life has been accelerating lately, a lot of things are happening all at once.
First and foremost, we’re getting Aly ready to start college. We will drive her to her school in Washington state, a major road trip for us. We’re sorting through all of her stuff so that we’re sure she has everything she needs, but also so we know what to do with what she doesn’t need. In a cabin this small, if one of us leaves, her stuff will certainly be packed up and stored to make room. Continue reading
