The New Girl must keep the posts short this week as she battles the lions of work and a Graduate School Final Paper (threatening music, play here.) Why do professors (oh, Jeremy, are you reading this?) always weight the final papers so heavily? What happened between, say kindergarten, and now that things have changed? Anyways.
It's raining in Anchorage.
I'm okay with rain--but this has been a lot. Not a lot by Anchorage standards. But a lot for a former Colorado resident. I was warned that no one should leave Alaska in the summer because you run the real risk that you'll miss the really, really nice weather for the whole year. I didn't believe it because it's been a great spring and early summer in Anchorage with temperatures hovering in the low to mid 70s and sunny skies abounding.
I had heard some bad talk, though, about last year's dreadful summer... Last summer, apparently, was the stuff of legend in Alaska--something that you'd tell your grand kids when they complain that they have to take the garbage out. You'd tell them all about the summer in Alaska when it rained every single day, a summer without flip flops, without tank tops, without cool beers on the outside deck. Here's an ADN story. It follows the writers adventure on a soggy rafting trip.
We heard about it all winter as people hoped, tentatively, that this summer would be better. And this May, their hopes came to fruition. The sun fell brightly on our shoulders--it was beautiful!
That is, until we broke the sacred rule of "Thou Shalt Not Vacation Outside Alaska During the Summer." It's rained every day since we've been back and the temperature has not even flirted with 70 degrees.
The New Girl in AK has learned her lesson--but she still may be tempted...
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