July in January

There is one critical element to making it through a winter in Alaska, a sense of humor. You can see that these kids in Anchorage have that down. Check out that green grass... in January?

Momma always told me, be careful of what you wish for. When I said turn up the thermometer I didn't mean up to 40 degrees, with 120 MPH gusts. The snow around here is a glaciated ice pack, the creek is flowing, and the path to the studio is a luge run.

It's real hard to go snowshoeing when every step is a sodden stomp to your knees. Talk about a high impact step workout, sheesh. Unless you want to end up with your feet in the air walking outside without spiked grips attached to your feet is not an option.

Just when your REALLY starting to lose your sense of humor you have a sunset like this one. I figure it's a sign that Mother Nature has decided that the testing period to see if you are worthy to live here is over. Now can I please go to town and do my laundry?