The beginning of my fourth month here is close and there’s a phenomenon that I’d heard about but couldn’t really understand until I arrived. Now, I know it’s fall edging on winter where the days are mostly gray. Seeing a blue sky is such a pleasure because it’s gray so often. Normally, it would be raining or snowing, but we are in a dry spell here and not getting much of either. So, it’s what I would call an unproductive gray that just hangs around like an unwanted buddy.
This morning, it was not only gray but there was an “ice fog” which makes everything look mystical and strange. The fog covers trees and shrubs with moisture which then freezes on them making a grandly decorated landscape for the Christmas season. The ground and side streets previously covered with frozen frost and a sprinkling of snow both of which will melt next spring, along with the snow that will come. We know it will arrive with the only question being how much when it does. Will a snowstorm dump a foot or more or will there be several snow storms that will add up to a foot or more? Frankly, the suspense is killing me.
At least the temperature is cooperating now. We’ve gone from the 40’s and 30’s down into the 20’s here in Anchorage. Fairbanks, located in the Interior, is snowy and really cold with temps running in the single digits during daytime and in negative numbers at nighttime. The attitude here is that it’s not really cold until it hits somewhere around -20 degrees. I’m sticking my foot out the door when that happens just to feel it and, then, scurrying back inside to the warmth of the great indoors with soup and hot chocolate.