I say "I set out" because three miles from home I realized I didn't have the China and Tibet photos I wanted to show them. I considered skipping the photos for this visit, but then an idiot light on the dashboard lit up and dinged for attention. I'd known before I'd left my driveway that the truck was low on gas, but I'd though I could make it to the nearest gas station 55 miles away.
|First sunlight since November in my yard|
As I waited for the gas to pour into the tank, the sun rose high enough to clear a notch in the mountains and sunlight hit my property for the first time since mid-November. We're gaining more than five and a half minutes of daylight every day now, rushing towards the summer solstice when we'll have more than 19 hours of official daylight, a number that doesn't include the twilight hours in between sunset and sunrise.
I called my neighbor, the one with four kids and a husband working in a remote village, and got her shopping list for Costco. It included six loaves of bread. When you live a hundred miles from the closest large grocery store, there's no such thing as going to the grocery for a loaf of bread, a jug of wine and thou beside me... No, wait. That's something else. "For a loaf of bread and a jug of milk." Instead, you stock up because your next grocery trip might be a month away.
The day was utterly beautiful, if a bit chilly at one degree above zero with a brisk northwesterly wind. Seventy miles from home, the Dall sheep were grazing alongside the highway, as is usual.
One of the first things I saw in Anchorage was this raven couple. Aw, how sweet, I thought. He's taken her out to lunch in the Sam's parking lot. They must be waiting for the next table.
|A raven couple, crouched behind a curb for partial shelter from the wind.|
|A very special chair.|
Now it was time to begin checking things off my very short shopping list.
I looked at the first item on that list. That's when I realized what it meant.
I have a death wish.
(to be continued)