As I’ve been whining about in my earlier blogs, spring came late to the interior of Alaska this year. Just one week ago we were in the middle of a major snowstorm that dropped upwards of eight inches on snow on already lingering snowdrifts.
Today we had spring. It came early this morning, that kiss of mild air that tells you the leaves might start thinking about cautiously showing their buds. The snowdrifts were creating little streams of snowmelt in the ditches and other inconvenient places.
This afternoon spring seemed to have run its course. and walking out of my office on the resort property I found that I had to take off my jacket-the one that seemed so inadequate earlier this week. Summer is arriving.
For the first time since I arrived last month, I walked across the highway to the employee dining area without a coat. Everyone was heading outside to play basketball, talk with friends, and just enjoy life. The snowy mountains surrounding us didn’t seem quite so forbidding. And on the drive back to our housing area, we saw water gushing down the hillsides.
The ice on the rivers is finally starting to break up, although there are ice dams forming that could mean trouble down the line. The Nenana Ice Classic came to a close on Monday afternoon when the tripod fell from the broken ice. It was the latest breakup since it started so many years ago, breaking the 1964 record by only four hours.
This weekend I’m heading to Fairbanks to take a little break from Denali, and do some sightseeing. My camera is packed and ready to go, and I’m hearing reports of many wildlife sightings and lots of baby moose. It’s also supposed to be 75 degrees in Fairbanks tomorrow. I’m sure our arriving guests tomorrow would not believe it if we tell them we had a blizzard last week.





