When we left for the open house at Arctic Needle on Saturday, it was 18-below. Clear, clear, clear and oh-so-beautiful, but brrr! The temp did get above zero in the afternoon, but not much.
Lots of moose along the way. The cold doesn’t seem to bother them; their bodies are furnaces. I wonder why ours aren’t more effective as furnaces.
I’m starting to notice the extended daylight, especially in the evening. For me, sunlight defines spring, not temperature, and it’s beginning to feel like spring. March is my favorite weather month in Alaska, and it’s been March-like for most of February: clear and sunny. Sunglasses, sunscreen–parka, long johns, and many layers between. The green that used to define spring for me is still several months away. I’m glad. I’m not ready to give up winter just yet.