I love southeast Alaska. I really do. I don't mind the rain (usually) or the cold (except sometimes) or the general lack of any kind of decent weather ever, ever, ever. Really. Bryce asked me the other day where I would want to live if we won the lottery, and I truly would want to live here. This place is breathtakingly beautiful on a grand scale. But the weather sucks. And there's nowhere to shop. And if you're sick of it, too bad, because there are no roads to drive out. But I think that breeds a certain kind of resident, and those people are some of my best friends in the whole world. So all in all, yes, the Far North is my home and I love it.
But every once in awhile, you need a reaffirmation of that love. And this weekend we got it. Good Lord. It was almost 90 degrees out and clear blue sky FRIDAY, SATURDAY AND SUNDAY, which I know to east coasters is nothing. But here? It is the stuff of legends. I mean, people were talking about this weather forecast all week long. It was on the radio. There was knocking on wood. But it all came true.
And we did it all. Tidepooling. Fishing. Boating. Fresh halibut barbeque. Laying on the beach in the sun. And I swam in the ocean! In my bathing suit! For the first time in years. We all got sunburned. It was all that. And more.
And now it is 50 degrees and raining. But we will always have the weekend.
P.S. Despite her expression, Cedar had a good weekend too. It's just that as nice as it was, the water here is still heart stoppingly cold. It's hard to take as a baby. She'll grow into it like the rest though.