I apologize in advance for yet another post about the climate. But you know us Alaskans. We're all about extreme weather conditions.
Just one week ago, the temperature was –14°. Then warm winds left the South Pacific and blew across the Gulf of Alaska. They gathered fury as they approached and wreaked havoc when they hit land . . . trees were knocked over, the electricity went out for 12 hours, and the high hit 46°. Forty-six degrees! Take that, Minnesota! Who's laughing now, Chicago? I'm telling you right now, nights in Arizona are cooler than 46°.
The ensuing melting—freezing—melting—freezing resulted in surfaces that were so icy, you literally could not walk upright. "A friend of mine" stepped out of her car and slipped on the glare ice. Both feet shot up in the air like a bad imitation of Inspector Clouseau and she landed flat on her back, and then proceeded to slide slowly down her driveway as she struggled and wriggled helplessly like an upside-down daddy longleg. Welcome to January in Alaska!
The cold is gone. The moose went bye-bye. The snow is kaput.
We spent the better part of Saturday afternoon gathering up limbs, branches, and twigs that had blown into the yard and then burning them in our little outdoor firepit.
Don't worry. Next windstorm, the trees will send more.
I promise that this is my LAST post on weather. Until spring arrives.
Dinner last night: chicken pot pie